the small print <br />of a cat's paw on <br />your trembling lips, <br />stopped the tears, <br />and the roar of hunger <br />in the tiny bud opening. <br />the tongue that gropes <br />for a dropp of rain... <br />seed wrapped in dirt, <br />that sunlight, <br />and turning set free. <br />the smallest things, <br />bring form to shadow. <br />it is in the smallest things <br />that we find the immortal!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smallest-things-3/
