Keep these words in your pocket

Keep these words in your pocket

In the quiet recesses of your soul, hold these words like precious gems, each one a glimmering facet of the human experience.

Quiescent, the essence of a soft-spoken soul, like a gentle breeze that whispers through the trees, carrying secrets in its hushed tones.

Chimerical, a word that dances in the realm of imagination, where dreams take flight and the fanciful becomes reality in the mind's eye.

Listen closely, and you may hear the susurrus of nature, a soft rustling that speaks of the earth's secrets, a symphony of whispers that tells stories untold.

Embrace the raconteur, the master of tales, who weaves narratives like threads of gold, spinning a tapestry of wonder and enchantment.

Amidst the ordinary, find the clinquant, the glittering moments that sparkle like tinsel, adding a touch of magic to the everyday.

At dawn, let the aubade serenade your spirit, a song that greets the day with hope and promise, a melody that heralds new beginnings.

In this ephemeral existence, where time slips through our fingers like sand, cherish the fleeting moments, for they are the ones that hold the most beauty.

Seek the sempiternal, the eternal flame that burns bright in the darkness, a light that guides us through the trials of life, unwavering and constant.

Let your words be euphonious, sweet, and pleasing to the ear, like a melody that lingers in the heart long after it has faded from the air.

And when love beckons, write a billet-doux, a love letter that captures the essence of your soul, expressing the redamancy that flows from your heart, the act of loving in return.

So, tuck these words into your pocket, and carry them with you as a reminder of the rich tapestry of life, woven from the threads of language and emotion, a testament to human experience.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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