a poem by Jeremy C Kester
Of a microscopic world,
A world foreign to us.
Are we all insignificant?
So much goes unknown,
So much unseen,
Circling around our own hearts,
We fail to hear others’ beat.
As the puddles fill with water,
Life floats past,
Past, something to be forgotten.
Forget, I hold that little regret.
Regret, do I truly regret?
And if this puddle turned into a river,
Would I regret not noticing?
Would I forget it’s there?
It could be the Nile,
But to me I’ve never seen,
Such a flood of tiny scales,
That makes me see how strange life can be.
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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