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.
We belong down
In the shallows.
Little and Invisible;
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