Andrew Crisci Poet Lyric

The Smallest Joys

Ah, sad we shouldn't throw 
the smallest joys
in the drawer of forgetfulness,
don't good souls
search for God and spend time 
watching those rainbows
that change glow?
Isn't His hand adding a divine touch?
To whom do we pray
when we are left with the last dime?

It's the smallest joys,
make us happy,
it's the laughter on our faces
that create spontaneous feelings,
nothing can return to its past glory;
there's no need to run after them:
they are forever ours
in that realistic dream!

We must defend
what we love for our sake,
so harsh is reality...
when we stay awake,
it stares at us
and we pretend to be
in perfect harmony!

The smallest joys
make us happy, 
it's so miserable to be crappy;
the silliest words
blend with our gestures:
it's the free exchange of emotions!

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