Little things
Little things I see,
Little things I hear,
They grow just to the size
When things are not too clear
It matters to me the most
The whispers in the ear
Sweet nothings that I know
Misunderstandings so dear
The cause of this is trouble
That seems so grim and dare
Lost in translation
Words that couldn’t bear
Little things I know,
Little things I care,
But my heart still shows
The secret intent so rare
It’s all about the tone
And whom you have to say
Express the emotions whole
Now turn to the point
Make sense with clarity
Imagine what a mess
Could avoid I can address
Now left to interpret!
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