Poem 006

Saturday, October 4th, 2003
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Robyn, After The Aziola
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Always I notice the little things
Tiny pieces of the world that other people miss
A gray but beautiful pattern
As precious as a sun rise
Or a walk along an evening beach

Infinite particles of beauty
Ignored by all others
Still come to my attention
For like them I go unnoticed
Beautiful in my own way.