The Smallest Things

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Just the smallest things astound me


From the feel of the wind blowing through my hair


To the beaming of the sun kissing my skin


From the sound of the birds chirping away


To the rain drops dripping down my arms


From the smell of his cologne


To the taste of his kiss starting from my lips, to my neck, to my body all over


All down to the look in your eyes saying what I already know without a sound


And that smile of yours bright as the sun singing the melody not even the bird can sing touching my heart that the heat of the sun has no comparison

Created: Apr 14, 2014

Tags: poetry, theme, non-fiction, free-verse

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