a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Big things, small things

Our small things turn big things
Depending on their night’s thing,
But the night is hardly big thing.
Night is just small thing passing.

We too are small things passing,
Like night, pretending big thing
Making whimper like the young
Pretty thing on way to big thing.

Pretty things are things passing,
Like big things passing at night,
Night being small thing passing
Like other nights and their days.

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