Friday Poem
© 9 May 2014 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Light and kindness come from little things.


Untitled Poem

A photon is a tiny thing, ’tis much to small to see,
And each one has but one wavelength, one color it can be;
Yet when a million hit your face you feel a string warm glow
And by their crowds your mind can tell what detailed worlds they show.

A kind thought is a tiny thing, ’tis barely even real
Yet in a crowd they glow quite strong, there’s naught we’d rather feel.

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