Little powers of little things,
We seldom do realize,
They are the ones that often do,
Bigger things that surprise.
Little things of little power,
If we take notes of them all,
They are the hidden treasures of change
And the ones that roll the ball.
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
Friday, 15 March 2013
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