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The sky, vast and immeasurable, has always been a silent witness to the tales of time. Beneath its expanse, countless lives have unfolded….. some bright with joy, others heavy with sorrow. It listens without judgment, cradling our fleeting existence in its infinite arms. What if the sky were not just a canvas of clouds
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In life, much like the seasons, we are always in transition; between what we know and what lies beyond. The autumn road, lined with fiery trees and scattered leaves, symbolizes the beauty found in change. Each bend in the path encourages us to embrace the unknown and trust the journey, suggesting that our search
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Assumptions are the quiet thieves of understanding, creeping into our minds and robbing us of clarity. They distort reality, sow seeds of discord, and cloud our hearts with unnecessary pain. This poem delves into the subtle dangers of assumption, urging us to pause and reflect before we react. A hand extended, met by
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There are moments in life when we are visited not by people, but by presences…… memories, shadows, unfinished sentences. We meet them not in grand events, but in quiet instants when our soul pauses, uncertain whether it’s about to shatter or be remade. Love, loss, time, and the unnameable weight of existence press gently
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Life is a ceaseless tide, ebbing and flowing between joy and sorrow, unity and solitude. In its rhythmic dance, we often seek meaning, a tether to steady us amidst the waves. This poem explores the quiet truths that bind us to ourselves, to others, and to the vast, unknowable expanse of existence. It aims
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To feel nothing at all is a profound pain that deeply affects one’s essence, eroding emotions and vitality. A soul that has lost its humanity becomes unfeeling and doomed to navigate a cruel, indifferent world. This existence is marked by a profound detachment, where vulnerability is a distant memory and survival feels like a
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Each day offers a blank canvas, where the brushstrokes of our actions shape both the present and the echoes of eternity. This poem explores how our choices ripple through time, creating a legacy that transcends the fleeting nature of life. Upon the dawn’s inviting ray,A blank canvas calls our sway.With courage bold and
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We often think silence is nothing. Just the absence of noise, of speech, of movement. But true silence is never empty. It listens. It holds what we cannot say. It carries the weight of unshed tears and unasked questions. Meditation is not an escape from life… it is the way back into it. When
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Love is the tenderest ache of the soul, a melody that echoes through the chambers of the heart, weaving a spell of longing, hope, and quiet surrender. This poem seeks to immerse you in the depths of romance, where every heartbeat is a whispered promise and every silence is filled with unspoken desires. It
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There are moments when nature itself feels less like a fact and more like a fable. In these instances, the river forgets its banks, the leaves forget their stems, and existence steps into a waltz of wonder. This poem is an attempt to capture that fleeting miracle….. a dance of elements beyond logic, where
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