Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …
Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead of things that fade
Without a story ..
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …
#roksanatales
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Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!
Roksana Tales 