What is a life untouched by the winds of ambition, but a ship anchored in still waters? We were not born for harbors, but for horizons yet unseen.

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You are the art, a masterpiece in crafting
Your soul brush strokes vibrant colour,
a soulful voice
Your eyes, a canvas, reflecting untold dreams
Yet carrying a smile, cute as an innocent child
Your smile lines, hiding the shade of pain
Chasing the dream as a beacon of hope
You are the art, a masterpiece divine
Your humour, music, joyful refrain,
Purging the sorrow, easing the pain
You are the work of wonderful, a gift to behold
A precious treasure, to awe the world
A living gallery, a story awaiting
You are the most timeless art....

🥰🥰🥰🥰

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You finally get to eat what you were craving for long

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Pen down my thoughts which wouldn't weigh me down.

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My roots dwell deep in Earth
Standing tall a grounded soul
The courage to seek truth's light
A strength of vine that winds & climb
In the chambers of the soul, where echoes of existence take their toll
Enfolding each fragments, every role
I bow to life's mysteries, humbly aware
Humility, a gentle rain
Nursing the heart, relieves the strain
I dance in shadows, laugh with light
Knowing my worth,
I chase dreams across the horizon
Seeking knowledge, ever reaching climes
In content with ever evolving space
Happy with self, I have grown
The journey unfolds, a path unknown

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You see two people faking that they are close to each other

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As daisies awake for sunlight
A bond began to gloom, with each encounter
Timid salutations unfolded into dialogues
Your skills like a gem began to gliter
A flash of awe, a growing admiration
By then a glimpse of life beyond task
A love for food, shared delight & favour
Untested path, challenging your strengths
Yet with resilience, triumph stirred
Yet this departure, leave a lingering absence
A need for growth, a strength yet to acquire
But time being the sculptor
Will mold this clay, to vibrant soul
Where dreams & wisdom stand
Awaiting bloom, a story yet to be told
A unseen fire burns, and from these flame
A strong self returns.

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A child with eyes of age
Yarns for all, yet finds a cage
Where some desires wither

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Mistakes are miss-takes and you can play a better role upon reflecting.

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whose rarity is known by right reader & just a one in rack otherwise.

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