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Saudi Arabia 
8 Apr @ 5:23pm
Soft as a thought you almost miss,
a quiet kind of loveliness—
not loud, not made to steal the room,
but like a flower learning bloom.
A smile that doesn’t try too hard,
yet somehow drops your every guard,
and eyes that carry little sparks
that linger gently in your heart.
They laugh like sunlight through a tree,
warm and wild and effortlessly free,
the kind of joy you didn’t know
you’d been needing all along.
Not perfect—no, that’s not the art,
it’s how they fit inside your heart,
like they were always meant to be
the softest part of memory.
a quiet kind of loveliness—
not loud, not made to steal the room,
but like a flower learning bloom.
A smile that doesn’t try too hard,
yet somehow drops your every guard,
and eyes that carry little sparks
that linger gently in your heart.
They laugh like sunlight through a tree,
warm and wild and effortlessly free,
the kind of joy you didn’t know
you’d been needing all along.
Not perfect—no, that’s not the art,
it’s how they fit inside your heart,
like they were always meant to be
the softest part of memory.