Pocket Full Of Sunshine

Beautiful

writings of smkr

He held me as if I were the trinket of life.
He said I held existence.
And that even if he were to drop me.
I would spread like a wildfire of growth.
Because whoever was fortunate enough to touch my essence.
Would bid me farewell with a gift of lessons in their pockets.

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