A line of ants
They trudge on
Past the dust speck
On a white petal
Before the Lord
Unmindful of me
As I watch eagerly
Their work ethic
On my work desk

On my work desk
A line of ants
They work hard
And I work hardly

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 27, What I see).

(’12, Oct 27)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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