I've given up on ideas of grandeur
They had only ever stemmed from my lack
I'm taking pleasure in the simple moments
The sun on my skin
The fresh air in my lungs
Hot coffee on my lips
And, you in my heart.
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Catherine Nyomenda
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Hoping the YOU stays in your heart and makes it sing Catherine. These days it is a toss up on whether or not love stays faithful. Good luck. Fingers xxx
Yes, it's these simple things that fill our hearts the most! Loved your poem!
As it should be.The simple things are the best indeed.