It's funny how the smallest things in life reflect the large
And, how the microcosm shows the infinite in charge
A slight nuance, a subtle thing, is noticed as a change
It tumbles through the heart and soul, all life to rearrange
Inertia, foolish habits, come steamrolling through the day
With just a nudge, the slightest push, consumes your every way
To move a mountain's easier than move the drone of life
To break apart mundaneness, live each moment well and rife
No foolishness, no coy belongs, no lack of will or sight
To move momentous mountain, you must push with all your might
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Rhapsody
PoetryA collection of poems on this and that. It's mostly about the heart ...
