The Smallest Things Poem by Miranda Van Yperen
The Smallest Things
flowers in the meadow
are still but very graceful
full of many colours
more than any rainbow
the sun is shining down on them
as they sit the day away
they look so beautiful
it leaves you with nothing to say
they flow quietly
in the small breeze
smelling so sweet
as they stand there and tease
they hold much beauty
but nobody sees
people are much to busy
for flowers and bees
yet the smallest things
that they pass
makes me wonder
makes me ask
what are you doing?
why don't you stay?
come and smell the flowers
like you didn't yesterday
Brilliant in the meadow the smallest thing that our so significant, the times in my memory. In a memory spent with people you love watching things like butterflies, flowers, and stars at night. A meaningful conversation with a brother on the meaning of life and other so personal things, never lost to you down through the corridor of time which you can remember years later such as now. That is why your poem is so good it has brought to the surface memory s and emotions this is what poetry is all about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:59:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your 13? wow you have a very creative mind. i love the last line it means so much to me and it is beautifully put. :)