Little Joys
A warm cup of tea as the raindrops fall,
Curtains swaying to thunder's call,
Fingers curled around porcelain white,
Sipping peace in the fading light,
A sunset sky in blushing hue,
Clouds like dreams in cotton blue,
Feet on the grass, soul taking flight,
Wrapped in the hush of coming night,
The whisper of wind through half closed blinds,
Old tunes playing, easing minds,
Chasing the stillness, soft and slow,
In moments only silence knows,
A glance, a laugh, a barefoot walk,
The scent of earth, a quiet talk,
The world spins fast, but here I stay,
Where little things still make my day...
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