Written on December 30, 2023
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It isn’t the big celebrations, Enormous dinners or huge gifts. Parties never rouse foundations, Jamborees or festivals. It isn’t the life-sized creations, Who impress kings, rulers or monarchs. It’s the little things, a gentle expression, When hearts meet in the deserts, When dreamers discover their profession, When simple reaches into the heart, Pulls out a feeling, an impression, The beautiful that inspires the light. It isn’t in the impressive, When a life gets made – It’s in the thoughts, so obsessive… Which bring feelings we want to save!
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