Konstantin Plevnes

The Littles - Poem by Konstantin Plevnes

How heavenly it is to be a Little.
A minuscule being,
Born in a microscopical ghetto.

Lost in Life 's endless lanes,
Blooming evermore our interminable childhoods,
Or unfinished businesses...

We shall not grow old.
Neither Up.

We belong down
In the shallows.

Little and Invisible;
Infinitely yours.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 2, 2012

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