Tiny Treasures
Here's a little poem I wrote about my wife one morning while she slept peacefully in an attic in upstate PA.
you are tiny
huff huff
you have small arms
puff puff
you have a small head
guff guff
you should see my feet
haha
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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