In moments fleeting, truths unfold,
What’s truly valued cannot be sold.
Not wealth or fame, nor glittered guise,
But simple truths beneath the skies.
The warmth of love in soft embrace,
The quiet peace of a gentle place.
The bonds of family, ever near.
In every heart, what’s truly bright,
Is kindness shown in day and night.
The strength to stand when times are tough,
The grace to give when life seems rough.
Through every trial, through every storm,
What matters most is love’s true form.
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Abbas
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Totally agree with this. Loved your poem!