It's the little things

That matter really

Things not forced

But given freely

A gentle touch

A warming smile

The laughter of

A carefree child

The golden sunlight

The silver moon

The dawn from which

A new day looms

Those gentle strolls

Took hand in hand

Across the seasons

Changing land

Through dewy fields

Or crunching snow

Past autumn leaves...

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