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Amid Small Things
 
A hermit crab, translucent, small,
Goes dancing 'cross the sugared sands
At dawn to rhythms of the waves
And my own breath as aerial
Ballets of seagulls, their dance hall
The sky, do so my heart enthrall.

Here beauty rests amid small things,
And prayers are lifted up on wings;
And it is here that my soul sings
Its own sweet song. Here I belong.

By grasshoppereyes

© 2016 grasshoppereyes (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D./Kajuncutie (Myrna) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D./Kajuncutie (Myrna) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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