๐’ž๐’ถ๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐’ฒ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’ฉโ„ด ๐’ฎ๐“…๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡ ๐’ถ ๐’ฏ๐’พ๐“‰๐“โ„ฏ

Keyara S Trotman

Prompt 

Is there someone in your life who is more special to you than they realize?


ℑ๐”ฃ ℑ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”‘๐”„๐”๐”ˆ : If I could put a name to the feeling of joy that fills my heart whenever I see your smile, I would call it pure happiness. The way your eyes light up and your laughter fills the room brings a warmth to my soul that I cannot describe. Your presence alone is enough to brighten even the darkest of days. You are a beacon of light in my life, guiding me through rough times and celebrating with me in times of joy. You are my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. I am grateful every day for your love and friendship.

โ„‹๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ.

โ„ณ๐“Ž ๐’ธโ„ด๐“‚๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น.

๐Ÿ”ฅ

                ๐”„ "๐”ช๐”ข๐”ช" (๐”๐”ข๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฐ) ๐”š๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ

 

๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”จ. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข. 

"ℑ๐”ฃ ℑ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ."

 

๐”— ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ฆ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ถ 

ℜ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ž (๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข)?

๐”˜ ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฑ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”จ๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ.

๐”ˆ ℜ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ช ๐”ฆ ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข "๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข" ℑ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ก. ๐”ˆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ. ๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“

๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค. 

โ„Œ.๐”ข.๐”ž.๐”ณ.๐”ข๐”ซ ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ™ˆ

โ„Œ~ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐” 

๐”ข~ ๐”ข๐”ค๐”ค๐”ฐ

๐”ž~ ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ด ๐”ฒ๐”ญ, ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ.

๐”ณ~ ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฉ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฉ *๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ข* ~ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ญ๐”ฑ 

๐”ข~ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค.

๐”ซ~ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ˜ต‍๐Ÿ’ซ

๐”ฐ.๐”ข.๐”ต 

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ

๐Ÿฅ€

๐Ÿฅ‚

โค๏ธ‍๐Ÿ”ฅ

๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽ∞๏ธŽ๏ธŽ

 

  • Author: Keyara S Trotman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2025 05:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: Between the two categories of love and friendship I chose friendship. Or maybe both is where the written poem belongs. What do yaโ€™ll like about this here written piece, can you share a favorite verse or line you may like. Feedback etc is appreciated always ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿปโœจโค๏ธ
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 5
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    A beautiful declaration of friendship it calls out as a monument to the elements that make such a relationship dependability, trust and love. Nicely done

    • Keyara S Trotman

      Thank you for taking the time to comment and for the read. My dearest Soren, I do enjoy that of course you words of choice. Iโ€™m glad that you were able to grasp a message or maybe so a bit of insights. Much appreciated ๐Ÿคดโœจ๐Ÿฅ‚

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Keyara

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Kiki, what a digital reliquary...half poem, half incantation. โ€œHeaven ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ™ˆโ€ becomes code for devotionโ€™s chaos; every symbol carries heartbeat and hurt in equal measure. Itโ€™s love written as myth, and memory refusing to fade. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

        • Keyara S Trotman

          Thank you very much for your words Dearest Tristan ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป always welcomed of course thank you for your read

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            You are most welcome, my friend!



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