A poem from my childhood.
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If people can love anything,
BIG,
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or small...
What about the things that to most,
Don't matter at all?
The things that 'don't matter' - that we always shove aside,
We choose the things we feel matter, though we don't realize.
But without the small things that matter,
Where would we be?
There would be no place for you,
And no place for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no place, no pace for any one here in this world