Left home hiding it in my arms,
I smiled as I looked at it .
It’s quite fragile but somehow I managed.
Let’s catch up over coffee or a beer,
And will let you meet the thought.
It might look like an invisible bubble to you,
But wait till I make you see it.
You surely would fall in love with it.
It looks like a stone which has been picked up from a faraway land,
Brought home as a token of happy memories.
It smiles exactly how the tree near my window rustles against the glass panes.
That is very thoughtful!
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