Monday, 7 April 2025

Poem

The companionship of friends
And long meaningful conversations
The unconditional love of mothers
And happy faces of little children

Snow laden pine trees
A smoke, and the smell of tea
The view of hills from a glass window in winter
A fireplace, a coffee and a book to read

Innocent love and its sweet nothings
The march of clouds in the sky
The scent of raindrops falling on the soil
And little joys of life―make me smile






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