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Search of Dreams

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As a tiny flame on dark, sunless paths, Nurturing and cradling my burnt-out dreams, Inside a humble hut built from a handful of earth, Sorrows leak through like rainwater during a heavy downpour...... Yet, in eyes that never cease to look up, I continue to search for the dawn of tomorrow. Beneath a tree adorned with blossoms, In the weary sigh of a wind falling faint....... Hidden behind lips that refused to cry, There lies a story-the story of the human who rests in this soil! Growing by splitting through solid black boulders, Our lives are much like resilient roots; Embracing the scorching embers of the blazing sun, And freezing numb in the chill of torrential rains..... Through the trials time has set in store, Unwavering, he march forward. Forgotten are the days that dissolved in tears, In the scent of hard-earned sweat blooming on palms, Lies hidden the golden light of new dawns. With the chant of inner strength in weary hands, Holding hands even as the twilight sun begins to fade...
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The Melody of Nature

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  On the lap of mountain ranges draped in green silk, A new dawn gently awakens from its sleep. Peeping softly through the canopy of leaves, Golden rays of sunlight caress the quiet path. Upon the shimmering waves of the glistening river, The melody of the breeze sings low and sweet. In the song of wild birds soaring through the sky, The forest's vibrant spring blooms in full glory! As afternoon softens into twilight's gentle glow, Shadows dance lightly across the mossy floor. Distant echoes of rain murmur through the valley, Washing the tired earth in cool, pristine grace. When the quiet earth and star-lit sky embrace, A deep, tranquil stillness fills the weary heart. Resting peacefully on the lap of mother nature, We feel the true heartbeat of life once more!
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My Burden of the Earth

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This life I bear is heavy with pain, A soul torn ragged in the rain. I drown in sweat from endless toil, My tears fall salt upon the soil. Through oceans of my bitter sweat, I stumble, starved and soaked with wet- While Hunger, like a raging beast, Carves up my flesh to make its feast. Was no inheritance left for me? Was I born doomed to misery? I feel as though some stolen hand Has stripped away my birthright land. Down pitch-black paths, under storm-choked skies, Where howling winds of trial rise, I watch the sudden lightning gleam And tear apart my fragile dream. Yet here I stand-a starving bard- And urge myself when times are hard: “Arise! One leap can shift a peak!”- My desperate comfort to the weak. A pauper’s truth I tell my heart, Even as hunger tears me apart. Yet in our hut, old whispers say Ten child-souls will be born today. Must I return to suffer more, Trapped on this hardship-ridden shore? Why must the poor forever grow To carry the world’s heaviest woe? She sits beside ...
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The Invisible Omen

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I pause when black cats walk across my way, And fear what shadow waits to spoil my day. I dread the owl that cries into the night, As if its song could steal tomorrow’s light. A cat brings bad luck on a local street, Yet brings good fortune where two oceans meet. How can one creature carry double fate, Or change its meaning at a border gate? I fear a broken mirror on the floor, Yet turn away when beggars pass my door. I search for danger written in the skies, While ignoring truth in human disguise. I keep the single time an omen struck, And praise the sign that warned of my bad luck. Yet I forget a thousand quiet days When nothing happened in those fearful ways. We blame the stars whenever plans break down, And wash our hands of tears across the town. We pray for fortune before sacred shrines, While heartless choices build our dark designs. No bird in flight can decide human fate, Nor cause the bitterness that turns to hate. The darkest omen lives inside the mind That sees another blee...
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Single Leaf

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  A single leaf surrenders to the air, A silent spiral down the afternoon, Not fleeing winter in a rush of despair, Nor waiting for a distant, promised moon. It learned the architecture of the branch, The summer weight, the tension in the grain, Yet holds no anger when the winds advance To wash the forest in a colder rain. We spend our years in barricades of stone, Inventing walls to keep the seasons out, Building a fortress where we live alone, And arming every quiet room with doubt. We bargain with the clock for extra time, As if the ticking were a personal decree, And judge our worth by some imagined climb, Forgetful of the posture of a tree. For letting go is not an act of loss, Nor is the falling something to defeat; It is the quiet finding of the moss, The bitter earth made fertile and complete.
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Paper Boat

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The moment you came in a paper boat, The sea itself felt love afloat; When you held the playful breeze’s hand, Blushes bloomed like flowers on golden sand. *** Upon the blue sea’s gentle breast, Beneath the moonlight, we found our rest; Within your eyes, I saw my own, A dreamlike world where love had grown. *** Along the shore where waves would creep, Our footprints merged in the sands so deep; The first few lines of a love untold Bloomed in our hearts like flowers of gold. *** When the gentle breeze kissed your hair, I watched you softly, standing there; In your smile, so tender and bright, My heart dissolved in love’s delight. *** With two small oars, we sailed away, Two hearts in rhythm, come what may; Together we sought a distant shore, Dreaming of love forevermore. *** You row the boat, and I shall sing, You smile, and my heart takes wing; Into the silence of your soul, I’ll pour my love and make you whole. *** Though towering waves may rise above, Our little boat will sail on lov...
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Moonlight Whisper

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  Why do tears trace down your pale cheeks, Oh ,tranquil and whispering blue night? Why fill the chambers of my lonely heart With a song of sobs beneath your light? When spring arrives, stripped of its tales, And tries to write its poems on the wind, The flowers bloom with silent sighs, While lost tomorrows rise again. When the midnight bird begins to sing, It wakes the ghosts of days gone by, And stirs the ashes of forgotten dreams Beneath the cold and starless sky. We wear a fragile veil of hollow smiles To hide the quiet wreckage deep inside, As we wander blindly toward love's shrine, Where broken memories abide. The moon spills silver on the sleeping earth, Like tears that fall from heaven's eyes, And every star becomes a distant hope That flickers once, then fades and dies. The winds recall the vows we made, The whispered words we could not keep, While lonely hearts embrace their grief And drown their sorrows in their sleep. Perhaps the night has loved too long, Perhaps th...
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