Little that I feel,
that hands that touched,
seed the beauty of love.
Little that I saw,
the eyes that watched,
had pictured beautiful thoughtful hopes.
Little that I heard,
that ears that listened,
scarred a deep wound inside.
Little that I realized,
people rather to be left behind,
to push their loved ones forward.
Little that I care,
that life is a bless,
yet I still keep on complaining.
Little that I desire,
I should look at the bright side of everything,
instead of running away from my downs.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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