The scent of earth in the wind,
deep belly laughs that break the night,
millions of stars twinkling cheekily,
a fire whispering in the quiet.
Sleepy dogs by the crackling flame,
a song that never lets me go,
barefoot wandering through the grass,
a world that feels like home.
And it’s enough,
a little life, a fleeting light,
holding me closer than the dark ever could.
It’s enough,
a little love, a gentle night,
teaching me the meaning of the good.
A hot summer swim in the midnight air,
the river holding secrets tight.
Waking up with a smile I can’t explain,
the kind that lingers past the night.
The simplest moments, they carry me,
like echoes carved in stone.
The more I tried to find the grand design,
the more I found my own.
And it’s enough,
a little life, a fleeting light,
holding me closer than the dark ever could.
It’s enough,
a little love, a gentle night,
teaching me the meaning of the good.
Maybe heaven was never far,
just the laughter, the fire, the cheeky stars.
Maybe love is the smallest hymn,
a whisper that lives only from within.
And it’s enough,
a little life, a fleeting light,
stronger than the silence ever was.
It’s enough,
a little love, a gentle night,
reminding me what living truly does.
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