there is a little something
of beauty in all of the little moments
that i have in my days
there is a little something
of beauty in smiling at a stranger
and having her return the look
it is in the shifting of the wind,
the whirl of a moving leaf
it is in the momentary hold
of someone else’s lips
it is in the look of wonderment
in the face of an innocent child
in a moment, i am reminded
of why i hang on in this miserable life
in a moment, i am reminded
of the jewels of the mundane
in a moment, i am reminded
of the beauty of your smile
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