Little Things Poem by Malory Joyce

Little Things



Little things, Little things,
Oh how nature had endowed you
with great importance.
Leading me on, and on again.
Living on the mountain
of my temper.

Ascending to my peak
with just a few pages,
written on a piece of paper.
And now little things,
you are my novel.
Little things, Little things;
the story of my life.

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