It's the little things in life, that makes me happy.
Like hearing the swift strokes of piano keys.
Beautiful melodies, escaping carefully crafted chords.
A soothing singing, from alluring vocals;
Gentle, mild, meek.
The feel of the cold evening breeze, blustering across my back.
A long night stroll in sweat shirts, with my both hands,
Tucked in both pockets.
The fresh drop of morning dew.
Watching the sun rise consecutively in the east,
And setting in the west.
Never breaking a pattern, Never missing a day.
In everything we do,
The earth, gives us a reason to write poetry.
From the wondrous of unimaginable beauty that lie in the galaxy surrounding it,
To the unspeakable beauty that lies within.
Life itself, is a beautiful composition of the little sweet nothings.
The little things that suddenly makes it worth everything.
The first cry to escape a new born baby's lips;
A smile on an exhausted mother's face.
At just a simple cry, all the pain of labor,
Had suddenly gone all away.
The first time you saw a rainbow flash across the sky.
Your first friend,
Your first best friend.
The simple joys, that makes all the hurt forgettable;
Even if it's just for single moment.
Even On the days you forget to breathe,
Place your hand on your beating chest,
And remember all the little things,
That makes life worth living.
Remember that sweet nothing - your beating heart - that keeps you alive till date.
The beautiful nothings that makes it worth something.
Charming beauty in the heavenly glory;
A paradise of the simple joys that resides deep in your heart.
Because,
That is when you truly begin, to start living.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoesieA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"