Joy is in the little things.
🕯️❄️🌙
I tread the frost-caked streets
Window panes bathed in snow
Unwrapped gifts, stacked and neat
Flame in hearts aglow.
☃️✨🕯️
A forgotten candle in pitch dark
Its wick stays true, aflame
Its pure light, a burning spark
Remains untouched, the same.
🍫🧸🔥
The flame, it burns, light aglow
Shines on life’s small joys –
Chocolate muffines, soup on a stove
A child’s warm, soft toys.
🌟🍂😊
Beauty beholds in little bites
In life’s treats, though small;
In a toy, a shirt worn right
In simple smiles, for all.
🕯️💫🖤
A single candle in the dark
A steady flame, small, but sparks.
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