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The Seeds Never Spoke, The Roots’ Secret

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The seeds lay still beneath the earth, In silent dreams, they held their worth. No voice they gave, no sound they made, Yet futures in their depths were laid. *** And I was one among them there, In heavy dark, in hidden air. The soil pressed close, the weight was deep, A restless, endless kind of sleep. *** They never spoke of coming storms, of thirst, of shadow, of breaking ground- yet deep in dark, a promise stirred, a silent vow without a sound. *** No word of storms that tore me thin, No cry for drought that burned within. The shadows stayed, they did not part, They settled slowly in my heart. *** Yet down below, the roots would grow, And whisper truths I’d come to know. Through stone and silence, far and wide, They stretched with patience as their guide. *** I learned to reach without a sound, To seek for strength in barren ground. Each fragile inch was hard to claim, Each moment touched by doubt and strain. *** Still something deep refused to end, A quiet force I could not bend. ...
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The Skin

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  Beneath my skin, the earth still softly speaks, In roots that knew their bond before all words. It threads my veins with memory of soil- but do you hear, or only hear yourself? *** You named my shade before you knew my name, And built a scale where light was crowned as worth. What hand declared your brightness truth alone? And who am I within the lines you drew? *** My skin bears not the measure of my soul- can you not see beyond what sight has taught? Does color hold the weight of what I am, Or must I live confined within your gaze? *** The same sun casts its fire on both our forms- why must I learn to question how I shine, While you stand certain in a borrowed light? Am I the shadow, or the truth you fear? *** The forests speak in tones I’ve always known- have you not paused to listen to their calm? The mountains stand, unbending, whole and still- must strength be loud for you to call it real? *** The rivers move unruled toward their own source- why must I ask for space to simp...
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Who Am I

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I ran behind my thoughts all day, They came and quickly went away. I felt desire, anger too, But none of them were really true. *** I said, “This body, this is me,” But it keeps changing constantly. My feelings rise, then fall apart- So who am I, deep in my heart? *** I stopped and sat in silence there, And looked inside with simple care. I saw my thoughts just come and go, Like clouds that drift, then leave the sky slow. *** Then I asked, “Who sees all this?” In quiet calm, in gentle peace. No word came back, no shape, no name- Just silent light, always the same. *** Now I feel still, I feel free, I am not what appears to be. Beyond all change, calm and bright- I am the one who sees the light.
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You Call Me Death

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  I am in all, and all in me, A boundless pulse of mystery. No edge, no end, no fixed design, The breath of worlds is also mine. *** I am the creator, vast and free, Weaving time’s deep voyager-me, Across the tides of what will be, I sail through all eternity. *** I am the spark that births the dawn, The force by which all forms are drawn, The dream from which all things arise, The fire behind uncounted skies. *** Yet in the same unbounded breath, You call me death-yes, I am death. I am the silence, calm and still, The turning tide, the bending will. *** I am the destructor, shadowed flame, The end that whispers every name, The fall of stars, the closing seam, The dark that cradles every dream. *** I am both kindness, soft and bright, A healing touch, a guiding light- And I am cruel, a sharpened edge, A storm that stands on reason’s ledge. *** I make the heavens, wide and high, Where silent hopes and angels lie, I shape the hells of fire and fear, Where shadows gather, drawing near...
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A Manifesto of Love

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In sacred years where quiet hearts still flame, like embers glowing softly, yet the same, we stand as proof that love, though worn by time, still breathes in rhythms deeper than its prime. **** Our voices, once like rivers wild and free, now flow with calm, enduring constancy; no longer loud, yet stronger in their grace, like tides that time and storms could not erase. **** We held our kindness like a distant star, through nights that showed us who we truly are; with trembling hands, with faith we could not see, we grew our roots in shared uncertainty. **** We told our stories, stitched with joy and pain, like summer sun that follows winter rain; each word a thread we wove through loss and light, until our separate paths were stitched in sight. **** Our laughter changed ,no longer wild and bright, but warm as lamps that outlast longest night; in quiet rooms, in glances left unsaid, love spoke in all the simple lives we led. **** And yes, love bent beneath the weight of years, like bran...
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The School Leader

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I stand before you, calm yet bright, Like dawn that breaks the silent night; In halls where dreams ignite the air, A future glowing, beyond compare. ***Unity in action, excellence in future!*** With hearts united, warm and kind, We leave no single voice behind; A voice for all, both soft and strong, Like a gentle breeze that moves along. ***Lead with heart, grow with purpose!*** Like trees that stretch to endless skies, Our spirits soar, our hopes arise; The seeds of courage, grace, and care, Take root and blossom everywhere. ***Your voice, my promise, our future*** Our school shall shine like stars above, A place of trust, a home of love; Where every heart, like birds set free, Finds equal chance and dignity. ***Unity today, success tomorrow!*** The pages turn like winds that tell Of dreams that rise and daring swell; A library’s light, a guiding flame, That leads us onward, ever the same. ***From today’s learners to tomorrow’s leaders!*** Fields of green, like oceans wide, With waves...
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Admila: What I Became

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  A person loses their true self not through sudden sin, but through slowly accepting thoughts, desires, and compromises they justify as their own freedom.-(Please read my poem patiently, not just press the like button. I hope for your valuable comments. I am posting it only in a selected groups. It will be published after the group admins review it ) *********************** I lived a life the world would call complete, Composed, controlled, untouched by reckless winds. My days were shaped by duties done with care, A name respected yet not deeply known. **** I was the lamp that never flickered once, A quiet strength that never asked for more. Yet somewhere deep, a pulse I would not name Lay sealed within, like breath in still, dark water. **** One night I saw two shadows wrapped in flame- A fleeting glance, yet something held me there. Not what they did, but how they seemed to live, Unbound by rules that quietly shaped my days. **** I turned away , yet carried it with me, A thought...
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