Little

The bird’s point of view
With spirit as my friend,
I see my little city,
My anchor as I journey
To places far away.
It is night,
And it is a daunting thought.
Each little light
That studs the darkness
Like stars on Earth,
Is each a little life,
A beautiful mess
Of little joys, hopes,
Regrets, sorrows,
Little dreams,
Like stars on Earth.

-A

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One comment

  1. assortmentbox · May 28, 2015

    Cute

    Liked by 1 person

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