In the hidden crevices of the heart, nestled within the folds of time and memory, lay words of magic, words to keep inside a pocket. Each one held its own story, its own melody, its own light.

Quiescent, the silent guardian, a quiet, soft-spoken soul, a beacon of calm in the cacophony of existence. It was the stillness found in the midst of a bustling world, the serene whisper of peace.

Chimerical, the dream weaver, spun threads of fancy, painting the sky with visions merely imaginary. It danced through the realms of possibility, a flight of the mind, a spark of creativity.

Susurrus, the messenger of secrets, rustled through leaves and whispered through the air, a gentle breeze carrying tales untold. It was the voice of nature, the sound of a world in motion.

Raconteur, the master of stories, breathed life into words, weaving tapestries of history and fantasy. With every tale told, hearts were touched, minds were opened, and souls were connected.

Clinquant, the golden light, glittered and gleamed, a tinsel-like shimmer that adorned life with splendor. It was the sparkle in a child’s eye, the glint of sunlight on a dewdrop.

Aubade, the herald of dawn, sang sweet melodies to greet the first light. It was the song of new beginnings, the promise of a fresh start, the symphony of morning.

Ephemeral, the fleeting moment, reminded us of the beauty in transience. It was a blink, a sigh, a heartbeat – a precious instant that, though brief, was forever cherished.

Sempiternal, the anchor of eternity, stood firm and unyielding, an everlasting testament to the enduring nature of truth and love. It was the infinite embrace of the universe, the timeless dance of existence.

Euphonious, the harmonizer, filled the world with melodies pleasing and sweet. It was the lilt of a loved one’s laughter, the cadence of a lover’s voice, the music of life itself.

Billet-doux, the tender whisper, carried the language of the heart. It was a love letter, a confession of passion, a testament to the depths of emotion.

Redamancy, the circle completed, brought love full circle. It was the act of loving in return, the reciprocity that made love whole, the echo of affection.

These are the words to keep inside of my pocket, the treasures of the soul, the echoes of life and love, ready to be drawn upon in moments of need, to remind me of the beauty and magic of the world. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer