I saw it at your feet
Small, and round, feeble
I saw it once at my desk
Miniscule, yet at my beholdOne for each smile
One for each laugh
One for each light I see in your eyes
I told you once when they were few
Help me help you
But you shun me out
Cold out of the blueI take them
keep them
waiting for the day
You're ready for a landslide
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...