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  Twilight’s hush in, where shadows play, The sky is stitched with silver light. Stars drift above the sleeping day, The scattered diamonds of the night. Great trees stand watch like sentinels old, Their leaves a crown of rustling gold; The wind moves through with unseen grace, A roaming breath in open space. The stars remain while cities race, While lives evolve in measured lines. The world performs its silent grace, Midst hidden truths and unread signs. The sunrise spills its painted flame To chase a dark without a name- A daily miracle made new, Though we may pass it, rushing through. I’ve walked beneath that open sky With hurried feet and distant eyes; I’ve felt the wind go brushing by While heavy thoughts refused to rise. I’ve missed the stars that meant to guide, Ignored the dawn I stood inside, And watched the time slip through my hand While trees remain to bend and stand. Yet when I pause-when I allow The moment space to reach me now- The stars remind me where I belong, The...

  A gentle hush descends, a welcome ease, The frantic rhythm softens to appease. No urgent call, no striving to attain, Just quietude, a soothing, sun-kissed rain. The air hangs still, a golden, hazy hue, Washing the world in calmness, fresh and new. The busy thoughts that clamored in my head, Now drift away, like feathers from a bed. I linger now in moments, soft and slow, Where whispering breezes gently come and go. They brush my skin with coolness, light and mild, And carry scents of blossoms, sweet and wild. The world unfolds, a landscape bathed in light, And shadows dance, embracing day and night. Long shadows stretch as evening starts to creep, While sunlight paints the clouds before I sleep. Released from burdens, worries left behind, A peaceful solace for the heart and mind. The weight I carried, heavy on my soul, Has lifted now, and I feel whole. No need to chase a fleeting, distant dream, Just bask within this tranquil, flowing stream. The river whispers secrets to the sh...

  Tiny fists, so green and small, Held so tight against the wall Of winter's chill, a sleeping hold, Now slowly open, brave and bold. I watch them wake into the light, A welcome, gentle, hopeful sight. Little buds on branches thin, Whispering where spring can begin. A promise soft, a feeling deep, While winter dreams its frosty sleep. A sign of hope before my gaze, As springtime dawns in golden haze. Sunbeams dance, a happy grace, Washing the world, and my own face, With morning dew, so fresh and bright, Awakening colors into light. Each tiny leaf, a vibrant gleam, A little star, a waking dream. It blooms against the fading gray, Chasing winter far away. A melody I almost hear, Life coming back, banishing fear. The budding trees, a joyful sound, As hope is scattered all around. I breathe it in, this fragrant air, Of spring's return, beyond compare. Winter moves, its reign is done, And life awakens with the sun.

  In shadows deep where secrets breed, Behind sealed doors and nameless halls, A coiled and whispered rage takes seed While silence thickens, heavy walls. Beneath the weight of lies and pride, Of wealth piled high on human cost, Defiant eyes begin to rise- A dawn long strangled, nearly lost. The gilded cage of bone and gold, A monument to human shame, Its bars are wealth, its locks are cold, A hollow throne engraved with blame. They gorge on riches, dine on fear, Drunk not on wine but blood and power, They feast while starving worlds draw near And cities rot by hour to hour. With vacant eyes and swollen pride, They watch the masses crawl below, Their laughter rings while conscience dies And pain becomes the status quo. Their crowns are forged of stolen dreams, Their thrones on backs they chose to break, Where silent screams run deep as seams And truths are buried for profit’s sake. A puppet world they jerk and tear, Strings pulled from rooms that light won’t dare, An unseen hand, a...

The days unfold in steady streams, While shadows linger in my dreams, A world unchanged, yet torn inside, Where memories and silence collide. The morning sun still climbs anew, Oblivious to what I’ve lost to The hollow space inside my chest, A quiet ache that won’t find rest. I see the others dance and play, Their laughter bright, their cares away, And wonder if they understand The weight I carry in my hand. A fragment of a love long gone, A whisper that still lingers on, A ghost that walks through every hour, A fragile seed of fading flower. I hold onto what remains- A flicker in the endless rain, A breath, a heartbeat, a prayer- A silent hope that you are there. The world keeps spinning, swift and loud, While I am lost within a cloud, A place where time and memory blend- And love’s shadow stretches without end. Sometimes I catch a fleeting glance, A moment’s breath, a second chance, To feel you near, to hear your voice, In this quiet, aching choice. Yet most days, I drift apart, A ho...

  In the depths of my mind, a ledger resides, A place where numbers sleep, and time gently glides. It's not a book of paper, with lines neat and straight, But a feeling, a knowing, sealed by fate. A mental math machine, where numbers abide, From single digits tiny, to figures far and wide. No calculator needed, no buttons to press, Just a hum in my head, a silent finesse. No pencil to guide, no eraser to mend, Just thoughts that connect, that never quite end. My brain's internal clock, a steady, quiet pride, Keeping rhythm and reason, deep down inside. It tracks the passing days, the weeks, the months, the years, A constant, gentle hum, dispelling all fears. It knows when the seasons turn, when spring starts to bloom, And whispers of winter, escaping the gloom. A constant, nagging voice, through joy and through tears, A reminder of moments, both happy and sears. It echoes softly, "Remember this scene," "Recall this feeling, so vivid and keen." It whispers ...