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The Small Things

By Will SheffieldPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Out my window, I saw a man today.

Calm and swift describe his gait,

Yet at my plot gave a shifty gaze

To the right and left; I stood amazed

Behind this glass on which light glazed.

He had no negative intention about him.

No morality waning or crime to be spoken,

Yet his body, speaking, claimed crime to be done;

As he stopped by the flowers, I realized there was none.

None but for a man to stop and inhale

The smell of smells, a grandmother's tale,

With petals glimmering simply by colors’ glow;

Upon his nostrils, a moment to bestow.

Gifted by nature, this moment was,

Yet this man did as one perused does.

Why is it that this man had to confirm he was alone?

Fear anyone to witness would leave him dethroned?

Beautiful moment I witness,

Why be so feckless

As to demand a man not show

The incomparable moment of pausing the go?

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About the Creator

Will Sheffield

Poet, pianist, performer, political enthusiast; always searching for the right profession to support my passions. Work hard, play harder; but don't forget to take notes about it along the way.

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