Tiny Pieces
Ripped into tiny bits and pieces,
My world coming apart at its creases.
They’re swept away in a single gust,
Like miniscule feathery motes of dust.
Out of sight they float away,
As I watch and wish and hope and pray.
Gone forever those tiny bits and pieces,
Bid them farewell as you release them.
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