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^!!***!!^^!!***!!^^!!***!!^^!!***!!^^!!***!!^ Above the earth, where restless branches sway, A mother dove guards life from night and day. Beneath her wings, her little nestlings sleep, While silent promises of love she keeps. ^!! Below, where morning dew adorns the ground, A crimson rose in quiet grace is found. Its tender petals kiss the waking air, While hidden thorns stand guard against despair. ^!! The mother dove, with gentle eyes, looks down, And asks the rose beneath the leafy crown: ^!! "Tell me, dear rose, when winter winds blow cold, And storms arrive with tales of pain untold, Do thorns not wound the heart you keep inside? How do you bloom when tears you cannot hide?" ^!! The rose sways softly in the morning breeze, As though it holds the wisdom of the trees. ^!! "Dear dove, the thorns are not my enemy, They guard the fragile beauty within me. For every wound that life may leave behind, May teach a deeper strength to heart and mind. ^!! Not every fall means d...

When dark clouds gather and shadows fall, It’s okay to weep, but don't hide away from it all; No flower can withstand the howling wind's might, So weary moments aren't defeats in the night! When every path ahead seems firmly closed, Remember a new road may soon be exposed; Don't tremble before those who cast stones your way, Stand tall on your own two feet and seize the day. Every single moment soaked in bitter tears, Is the seed of tomorrow that conquers your fears; To a world that dismisses and counts you out, Give a radiant smile and silence the doubt. With unwavering thoughts and a heart full of grace, The dark clouds will part and sunshine replace; Wipe away your tears and bravely march ahead, For no prize is worth more than the life you tread! First, recognize your worth and what you can do, Realize this stumble's not a curse upon you; When sorrows weigh heavy and bottle up inside, Open up to your loved ones, let nothing be hide. When massive goals loom like m...

!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!! A seed does not question when it blooms, Nor does the dawn demand the night to stay; The river journeys through the darkest gloom, Trusting the sea will find its way. !!***!! We wander far beneath the endless skies, Chasing distant dreams and treasures untold; Yet often miss the wisdom in our eyes, And the priceless warmth that no hands can hold. !!***!! We search for answers in the world outside, Through countless paths and lessons yet unknown; But deep within, where truth and silence reside, Lies a light that we have always known. !!***!! For what is a victory without someone to share? What is a treasure without a heart to care? What is the meaning of a journey's end, If there's no love, no soul, no cherished friend? !!***!! Let not the fruit decide the journey's worth, Nor measure happiness by what we gain; For love is the greatest gift upon this earth, A gentle sunshine after every rain. !!***!! Sometimes we seek the wisdo...

  !!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!! Beyond the stone walls That fortress the kingdom of darkness, There exists a quiet light- The living power of words, Awakening the sleeping soul. !!***!! A knife carries the shadow of violence, A blade shaped by human hands, Never an emblem of liberation. Nor are open eyes, by themselves, The ultimate proof of freedom; True freedom lies much deeper, In the courage to look within. !!***!! And sometimes, closed eyes Behind the dark glass of silence Remind us of a hidden realm: The freedom to imagine and create, To question without intimidation, To speak without fear of the storm. !!***!! Expression is the voice That refuses to fall silent Amid the heaviest chains of oppression- A flame no intolerance can extinguish, A diamond needle of truth Piercing through inherited ignorance. !!***!! Freedom is not merely keeping our eyes open; It is the right to think without permission, To disagree without hatred, To speak without persecution, An...

  !***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***! I don't always show the pain I carry, Nor speak of the tears I hide inside. I have learned to smile through broken moments, And keep my deepest feelings tucked away from sight. !!***!! There are days I still miss what we once had, The little things, the words, the dreams we knew. Sometimes I find myself visiting old memories, Wondering how something so beautiful could hurt so much too. !!***!! I still remember the promises we made, The future I imagined in my heart. I never thought the hands I held so dearly Would one day become the ones I had to part. !!***!! Sometimes I question my own heart, Wondering if I could have loved a little less, If I had spoken differently, held on differently, Or protected myself from so much tenderness. !!***!! But I am slowly learning something important: There is no shame in having loved too deeply. I was not foolish for believing in forever, Nor weak for wanting someone to choose me complete...

  I do not need to earn the right to breathe, Or fold my flaws to fit another's creed, To win the prize or serve a useful part, To claim the simple quiet of my heart. I am enough, just as my shadows fall, Unvarnished, tender, human through it all. !!***!! Let me look back  the roads I crossed, And thank the heavy winters for the frost, Yet drop the ancient weights I used to bear- The hollow rules, the whispers of despair. The past is holy ground, but not a cage; With clean, untroubled hands, I turn the page. !!***!! No more I wait for validation's sun, Or measure worth by battles lost or won; I love what was, yet loose its binding chain, And shape tomorrow from the calm and rain. !***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!Fourlinegraphia

!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***!!***! We were never born to earn our place, Nor chase the world for a little grace. No crown of gold, no perfect art, Can measure the worth of a human heart. !***! We bent ourselves to please the crowd, Mistook our silence for being proud. We carried burdens not our own, And feared that love would leave us alone. !***! But every wound has words to say, And every dawn can light a way. The past may shape the paths we take, But it need not decide our fate. !***! Let those old voices softly fade, The debts of love we wrongly paid. We can forgive, yet still move on, And find ourselves where fear was born. !***! No more shall we beg the world to see The quiet worth of simply being free. Through all our flaws, through rise and fall, We are enough, without proving at all. !***! So let us honour where we've been, The broken parts, the strength within. For life begins when we finally see: We don't need to become worthy of love. We only ne...

  You descended into the depths of my silence like a pearl diver searching the ocean floor, mistaking the fragile contours of my surrender for a treasure that would forever be yours. You built your empire in the quiet spaces where I once sheltered my ancient grace, mapping the rivers of my patient spirit, dredging gold from my most wounded place. You called it love, and I called it loveshore, until the walls began to close in tight, until I no longer recognised the woman reflected in the fading evening light. You found pleasure in the softness of my stillness, in a femininity you never cared to know, while deep beneath that carefully cultivated quiet, an imprisoned soul was preparing to break and go. I could hear her screaming in the shadows, somewhere beneath the surface of my breath- a wild, wounded creature raising her voice, refusing to surrender to a quiet death. Slowly, the truth began to take its shape: all that I thought was sweet turned into ash. Your affection became a li...

  I walked through years beneath the weight of time, With silvered hair and silence in my eyes; I watched my hopes grow weary in their prime, And learned how truth outlives our cherished lies. I sought no crown to make my name endure, No golden monument against the years; I only wished to leave the world more pure, A little less of suffering and tears. // At last, I felt the quiet call of earth, The ancient soil that welcomes all things home; And wondered if an end could hold a birth, If life could find new pathways yet unknown. My hands grew still, my fading breath grew light, The river of my days approached the sea; Yet something waited in the womb of night, A seed of what I had not ceased to be. // The earth received me, neither judge nor grave, But patient mother, keeping ancient lore; She took the last of what I could not save, And closed the darkness gently at her door. No pride remained, no hunger to be known, No fear of losing what I called my own; The self I guarded slowly...

My emotions fell silent years ago, Like rivers that forgot where they should flow. No resurrection do I wait to see, Just thoughts that never set me free. *** The mind still speaks, the burdens stay, While time steals another day. My hair turns grey, my strength may fade, And life moves on, as all things must. *** I know my days are not my own, No soul can claim time as a throne. So before I turn to dust once more, I ask what I was living for. *** Must I exist for myself alone? Chase fleeting dreams and call them home? Or can I give, before I depart, Something that matters beyond my heart? *** I seek no crown, no immortal name, No worldly praise, no lasting fame. I seek a path that does no harm, A truth that holds, a purpose calm. *** If Nature speaks, I wish to hear; If Earth needs care, I wish to be near. If God has woven a greater design, Let my purpose somehow align. *** I have weighed the truth, the wrong, the right, Through endless thought and sleepless night. I stand with courag...

  Today the morning wears a crown of glowing crystal, The skies are blue, the gentle rivers run nicely. A quiet peace the summer gardens hold, Where flowers bloom beneath the early sun. / The trees stand tall, the silent branches sway, And life seems pretty along the grassy lane. No shadow warns of what is on the way, A drowsy hush, devoid of fear and pain. / Yet where the dense ferns create an emerald shade, Beneath the leaves, where darker shadows lie, A silent threat in heavy coils arrayed Now slumbers deep, where careless feet go by. / A venomous snake king, in peaceful slumber curled, With painted skin and heavy, resting hood, Hides quietly within the glowing world, The sleeping ruler of the quiet wood. / It gives no hiss, it gives no warning sign, Just gentle peace and hidden, deadly power. It waits where quiet pathways intertwine, Unseen beneath the beauty of the green. / For danger rarely wears a dreadful face; It often hides where living waters flow. And what looks sweet w...

I crawl beneath the endless sky, With all my little world held high; A fragile shelter, piece by piece, My silent war, my search for peace. Through shadowed leaves and nights unknown, I bear the weight I call my own; Each fragment gathered, pain and pride, Becomes the home in which I hide. Through silent shadows of the night, When heavy burdens dim my spark, I trust the smallest thread of light Can pierce the deepest, coldest dark. The world looks past my tiny frame, Unaware of struggle, loss, or pain; Yet every step, though slow and small, Is proof I rise despite it all. I wear my burdens as I roam, And make the weight I carry home; For what protects me from the rain Was built from fragments, loss, and strain. Yet hope still flickers deep inside, A quiet dream I cannot hide; Though roots of fear may hold me near, I grow beyond the reach of fear. The winding road of time bestows Both sharpest thorn and sweetest flower; Through every trial, the spirit grows, Unlocking deep, unnoticed po...

  Even when I close my eyes, Golden dreams remain; Even when I open them, They shimmer through the quiet rain. *** Amid the rolling hills of green, Where ancient stones convene, My heart still wanders down that lane, Through every cherished scene. *** Once, beneath a flowering tree, I waited, longing for you to appear; Unseen by all, you climbed its boughs, And scattered blossoms through the air. Like a shower of petals, soft and free, They fell beneath the whispering trees. *** Beneath the silver moon, on a golden holiday night, I swayed upon the swinging vine in the fading light. You pushed me from behind, your laughter wild and free, Then tumbled me into the grass-a moment still with me. *** At the edge of the quiet field, where the chapel bells rang low, Your anklets chimed like silver streams as you danced to and fro. You tossed a sacred blossom, then beckoned with a smile; And standing there before you, my heart trembled all the while. *** Though thatched-roof homes have vani...

  Life is a festival, a vibrant play, A golden dream that blooms each day. And youth is the treasure we hold today, A fleeting sunshine that lights our way. With hearts wide open and spirits free, We dance to the rhythm of destiny. Upon the waters, a dance unfolds, A tale of wonder that nature holds. Where swaying trees and the morning breeze Whisper their songs through the rustling leaves, The river sparkles beneath the sun, And calls us to join in its endless fun. We drift along on the ripples of youth, In lotus ponds, far from the harshest truth. The world seems gentle, the skies seem bright, And every moment is filled with light. With songs of joy and laughter so sweet, We wander along where the waters meet. The blooming flowers, the birds in flight, Turn ordinary days into pure delight. We chase our dreams without a care, Believing that happiness will always be there. Yet time moves forward, silent and swift, And every moment becomes a gift. For songs and laughter must not be ...

  Counting every moment, counting every day, I waited just to catch a glimpse of your sacred face. You were the only one in my dreams, Yet you still haven't come, you haven't wiped away my tears! From the very first days I can remember, You came along as a companion in every game; My dear friend who built a golden nest in my heart, Have you truly forgotten me, a poor soul? I placed you upon the shores of love In the middle of life's journey; And you, along that passing path, Walked away, turning me into a mere stranger. In this world, hopes hold no value, Love has no worth today; If you have wealth and status, anyone can be pawned away... Still, I search for your footprints Along the lonely pathways; With endless longings in the darkness of the nights, Waiting for you, my heart burns and aches. Counting every moment, counting every day, I waited just to catch a glimpse of your sacred face. You were the only one in my dreams, Yet you still haven't come, you haven't w...

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...

  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!

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 ...

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...

  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.