I saw it at your feet
Small, and round, feeble
I saw it once at my desk
Miniscule, yet at my behold
One for each smile
One for each laugh
One for each light I see in your eyes
I told you once when they were few
Help me help you
But you shun me out
Cold out of the blue
I take them
keep them
waiting for the day
You're ready for a landslide
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
