Little things we all neglect
Are what make our souls content.
In the midst of endless journeys
Fighting for a "better story".
It's our run of depravation,
Craving other's fake attention.
Can't you see it in your heart?
Love is never found apart.
As with climbing taller mountains,
The peak can't become our "master".
It's the saunter in full glory,
Pivot to our peace and awry.
Greatness with struggle alike
Are good fuels for one's life start.
But the little moments truly,
Fill your heart with joys and art.
As they are the only truths,
In these moments grow our roots.
And their lasting memory
Lead us far from agony.
About the Creator
Mirel Tudor
Born and bred in Mangalia, a small city on the sea side of Romania. Brought up by a loving hero grandma and a very young mom that had to go Japan eversince she was 19 and I was just 3. In the absence of a father, raised to be insecure.
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