Little Things

by Tikka   Aug 17, 2004


Golden haze.
Beauty untold.
The kind that,
You will never behold.
Black spirit.
Trust in hate,
With all fear,
Believe in fate.
Stand alone.
Listen closely.
To the song,
That I sing mostly.
Take a breath.
Live the dream.
Following,
An unsewn seam.
Take a step.
Trust in me.
A friend of mine,
You will always be.
Rise above.
Speak today.
For tomorrow,
May lead you astray.
I reached out.
I am done.
With that spoken,
Ive had my fun.

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