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Sometimes life teaches us,
that what's valuable doesn't have a price,
is the aroma of coffee in sorrow,
its warm breath, an embrace in excess.
The soft sound of the rain
that dances on the roof, an eternal song,
whispers dreams in the gloom,
caressing the soul, soft and tender.
The glow of the sun through the leaves,
the laughter of a child who plays and dreams,
the silent company that does not crave,
every moment lived, a small jewel.
It is sincere friendship, a divine bond,
the simple ‘I love you’, the hand that holds,
the stars that shine in the crystalline sky,
are treasures that time never stops.
Sometimes life teaches us
that in the simple lies the essence,
that love, peace, and the light that shines down,
are priceless riches, pure presence.
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