Small Things

Poetry, what else?


1. Children

Children's shouts fill the room,
Their joy leaking into my heart
Melting the bonds that loom
Around me and my heart.

They run around,
Obliviously playing games together
Whilst my heart is bound
Pleading for liberation.

They are free even though
They don't know it
And it does show
Through their careless happiness.

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