Your words land soft as morning light,
a quiet spark that lifts the room.
I’m glad to make you happy—
and happier still that you told me so.
No grander prize than this small truth:
a heart, unarmored, saying thank you.
So here’s my echo, warm and true—
I’m glad you’re glad.
The joy loops back,
and we both win.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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