Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Friday, December 16, 2011
Small Splendor Below Your Shoes
The busy walker is disappointed with
The bare branches of the winter trees,
Yet the colors, scattered on the ground,
He treads on, but never really sees...
Beauty, small miracles, spread all around,
Only discerned by chance, by degrees...
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