Poems from The Smallest Spark

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A writer and future teacher on a mission.
He Dies
Simply, be beautiful Perfect beginning from end. Doth it says, “He dies.”
Droplet
A subtle drop falls Falling from his face Be it tears, or blood, it falls
A Stone
A thrown skipping stone Sinking to the river floor Creeping to the shore
Waterfall
A cool waterfall To a rushing river far Flowing to the sea
Tears
A flow from within. Deep within the soul it flows, Pouring from her eyes.

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