One second might not tell
When held against an hour
One hour might not count
When weighed against a day
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I like your measured use of repetition. You make 'One' seems so slight and repairable. However, as you close, there are those 'ones' can be re-kindled by a small spark in a glance. Been on both ends of those. Not a good feeling getting or giving. I try to address this in my poem 'Recrudesce.' It does not take much to injure afresh an old wound. Tom
Lovely poem to contemplate. Isn't it dreadful how the tiny slights can hurt so greatly? Try to learn to let go of such small hurts. It helps to forgive if not forget.
Excellent writing-I think you will enjoy one of my poems because it answers the question, 'How is it a single glance can make one wither so? ' My poem, 'Does It Matter' gives the answer why this happens. You might enjoy others I have written. Thank you.
One word, one smile can inspire the soul. Great poem; words for thought. Thank you.