Poem: All These Beautiful Little Things

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Your sea of vacant faces
Your walls of painted gray
Your emptying of places
Your gloom that rules the day
I come back now smothered
Hiding all my doubt
In the hopes for others
A light that won’t go out
I want to do art in the little park
I want to paint my life away
I want to dream as big as skies
I want this to be every day
I look into a child’s smile
It colors my heart from gray
I look at all the flowers that grow
This is where I want to stay
The world will shout back at me
And pull me into it’s storm
I want to sit in sunshine
And feel my face grow warm
The songs I sing to myself
Is the music in my heart
The pictures in my head
Come out in my art
In a sea of troubles
Rarely do I find calm
It’s all these beautiful little things
That I want to carry on

©2015 James Takeo

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