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The Little Things
It's the little things
That matter really
Things not forced
But given freely
A gentle touch
A warming smile
The laughter of
A carefree child
The golden sunlight
The silver moon
The dawn from which
A new day looms
Those gentle strolls
Took hand in hand
Across the seasons
Changing land
Through dewy fields
Or crunching snow
Past autumn leaves...
Tuesday 30th November 2021 8:57 pm
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