Small Lines Make Big Pictures

Daily Thought

don’t fear little flower, even the raindrops shine with dear stars

 

you kept me dreaming last night, and this morning I open new eyes

 

have you ever stopped to look at your fingers as you hold your hand like a board over the waves, shifting on the airy surf, your bones lining up in life-filled ridges, understructure dancing fluidly
 

when you smile, the hearth in my heart warms marshmallows for my soul, a mini me with curls and button eyes
 

crouched by flames that would never burn, amber filling the air
 

you giggle like a brook babbling over soft stone; it sends pebbles to the beach for children to skim across the pond
 

iĀ remember your rumple nose and tickle; it made smiles on my pink fishes as they kissed your soul
 

sometimes I wriggle like my toes because you are here, and then I water when you are gone
 

it’s warm in my bed sandwich tonight; I am a lonely sausage, splitting and sweating in the dark oven
 

even the computer sneezes when it has a cold, maybe it needs lemons too
 

sunsets
 

I like it when the sound touches my eyes : -)

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