The Small World Poem by Zyw Zywa

The Small World



When my friend comes
I don't have to do
anything to make things
happen, shamelessly

we are who we want to be
we let warm breaths
play with happiness
in our blood, and exchange

words for bites
of peace in our belly
- the small world
...of contentment

...in the big world
...of striving -
until we are satisfied
and stop laughing

Sunday, December 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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