happy holidays ✨

by Claudia Martin 📜🪶
honey on the lips,
cheerfulness in the mind,
soul full of colors,
butterflies in the stomach,
golden in your hands,
amusement at each step,
everything to be designed
with happiness and wrapped
in the magic of love,
when you fulfill a wish

🎄

un p'tit je ne sais quoi 🕮🎕 bohème 🕮🎕

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