I've seen many people store the photos of their beloved humans in the tiny wallet frames. Maybe as a keepsake for their future or to reminisce the past. This is about that moment.
In the darkness of my pocket
rests a priceless treasure,
a photo tucked away
a memory beyond measure.In the twists and turns of life
rests my little trove of love,
a smile that gleams with joy
a moment that's never enough.In my old crusty wallet
rests a story untold,
a reminder of our dreams
a love that will always grow.— it's all in the little things
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Little Things (NaPoWriMo 2024)
PoetryHave you ever had this epiphany of immense satisfaction or peace, while doing the most mundane thing in life? Like watching a sunset, or sharing a cup of tea with your loved ones. A comforting hug from your sibling or a shared laugh with your best...