Deep in my being
It is easy to forget
The little things:
A pencil,
A word,
A blank sheet of paper.
Inside myself
I am speechless
Before the world,
Which is too busy singing
To be bothered
With the little things:
A life,
A death,
A word that must be written.
-amr-
3.16.2006
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