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Very Small Word from You is My Treasure

No matter how bigger praise, anything could heal my sadness at the time as less as your it.


People only want just so small kindness in very sunken heart, mind fatigue surrounds them, at the moment, anybody could never be cured by just kind of ceremonial words.


Nobody can heal broken heart with heard official comfort.


No matter how beautiful word is offered, if its way to do is never so affectionate from bottom of heart, any mind pain could never be eased for the one in depressive sadness.


When we are so isolated in unidentified mind pain, rather only very small whisper can ease our mind.
I neither can identify its mechanism or our mind, if it could be seen from any smart guy, I don’t want to listen to the one’s explanation.


If we define all cure can be done in timing, it must be indeliberate idea, truly touched small words must come from bare honesty of the words’ sender.
Probably it could never be so pretending, just small cheering.
Really it could be the most difficult performing.


Thus, we can hardly get the chance to be heard it, talked so by anyone.


Small, oh, how this word is so pretty to us, really?
If we have no it, how could we feel so trivially wonderful thing?


We must thank all small things.
We can meet every big thing, imagine, that world. That world has us who are all accustomed with never palpitating acts to all small things, words are the same.


Therefore, we could be convinced that very frank no pretending talk in small words’ voicing can cheer us, when we get some no functioned of thinking circuit.
That sort of effective gentleness is so precious treasure for me.


Thank you, small words and all small things in world!
You heal me, and we can do all what we must do and want to do all so easily!
(Feb. 24th. 2020)


Memo: When I was high school student, I was said that I was attached only so detailed parts but truly the summery is the most important, by my teacher of English.
But I think that summery is easily seen to anybody, but detailed parts are never so, and still now, I believe that the one who can’t be noticed to tiny part could never understand poetry and human’s affectionate gentleness.
Coz we are never beast, are never alive only for surviving.