The Little Things

For the tapping of rain on window panes

Should alleviate the desire of those

Who ache from loneliness left by loves stain.

 

And a mug of rich coffee release to mental strain

Caused by amounts of insufficient woes

From people who dress clothed by the mundane.

 

Because an affable hello obtains

The act of discerning friendly from foe,

For no act of kindness will be in vain.

 

And by a temperate hoot the owl sang

To break the silence of nights heightened throes.

For the beauty of waking sunlights pang.

 

Take risks to release the relentless chain

That life will bind to vulnerable toes

In an attempt to drive the frail insane.

 

Be reckless, like the force of a freight train.

See beauty, in heightened chaos exposed.

Run wild through cold and unrelenting rain,

For spontaneity too great to wane.

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