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The little things that matter most

are those which keep us close

i'd live in a world of total hell

and only you would break the spell

i'd wait for you
uncertain of what would come
of me waiting here
as flowers wait for the sun


In darkness i'll wait
and in not knowing
i'll ascertain
that this
what I feel
cannot be contained

Poetry by SaraWhere stories live. Discover now