THE SWEET MUSIC


Held by the mud that remembers my first fall,
Over the soil where roots whisper strength,
Locked deep within lies a silent key,
Made not for want, but for need.

On every step, a struggle hums beneath,
And fear learns to dance with hope,
Promises bloom quietly in sweat,
Here, success sounds like breath soft.

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Music grew from the mud of memories, rooted in the soil where I harvested my golden moments and every note I play still carries the scent of that earth within my soul.

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Commitment paints its figure on the
canvas of truth, not on a body of illusion.

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In darkness, elegance
becomes the silent
language of light.

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When the world stopped
clapping, love kept echoing
its applause within.

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Falling in love with you was accidental;
making it my habit was intentional.

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Yesterday it was young, a place full of small words.
Over time, it became a home for big thoughts.
Under each line, feelings started to bloom.
Readers and writers joined hands like friends.

Questions became answers, shared with joy.
Unknown people found kindness in words.
On the ninth year, it feels like a birthday candle shining.
Together we celebrate, with stories and smiles.
Every word here is a gift that grows.

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a calculator of emotions.
We know how to add comfort,
subtract tears, multiply courage,
and divide tasks. Friendship isn't
about perfection, it’s about solving
things together. And we’re always
ready to press "equals" with love.

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Labour Day is a tribute to the hard work, dedication, and sacrifices of workers who build the backbone of every nation. It reminds us to value dignity in every job, whether big or small. Celebrating this day means recognizing the power of unity and the importance of fair treatment for all.

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it is done with sincerity, not
just for rewards. It become
sacred when we pour our
heart into it, without shortcuts
or complaints. True worship
lies in the dedication that uplifts
not just us, but those around us.

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