11/08/2026
A quiet room,
a cup of tea,
the morning light
upon a tree.
No need for more,
no need to prove—
just gentle days
that softly move.
A smile, a breath,
a hand to hold,
a little warmth
against the cold.
For in the simple,
we may find
the richest things
are often kind.
And when the world
becomes too loud,
simplicity
can be a cloud—
that carries us
back home again,
to what is real,
to what remains
Spencer in de lokale wol van Lakens schaap.
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