Old newspapers, outdated clocks,

Handmade cards, seashells & rocks.
Burnt letters, antique books,
Brush strokes, stolen looks,

Carefree laughs, barefoot walks,
Warm tea, 3 am talks.
Purple skies, starry nights,
Heavy rain, fairy lights.

Some make a list,some make a wish,
Some seek within, some wait for it.
Some find it in people,some find it in things,
Do you call it happiness?
Or a beholder’s beauty?
Is this being at peace with imperfection?
Or just a flawed misconception?

-S.

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