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Warmth. Sunlight. Autumn leaves.
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The sand spread out on a coastline.
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The laughter of a Friday afternoon.
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The hope exhaled on a child’s dandelion wish.
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The reassurance in a genuine smile.
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A bird’s feather, soft as silk.
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Butter spread on pikelets, served on a lazy Sunday morning.
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Gold tweaked to be more affectionate, easier to hold.
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Fond familiarity. Calming comfort. Rare contentment.
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Something I am usually too cautious to name - happiness.
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You.
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-For my Mum♡
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And the other poem I wrote for it:
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
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