Every challenge is an opportunity to demonstrate your abilities.

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DRY SEASON’S SIGH

The pavement and the thirsty ground
Sighed in summer's heat
As raindrops fell from leaden skies.

It was a fragrant dance, both rich and sweet,
Awakened memories beneath our feet.

The asphalt breathed,
Releasing earth's warm and sultry grace.
In fleeting moments, time stood still,
As rain and warmth ignited the thrill.

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PETRICHOR


Warm pavement whispers,
Rain’s embrace lifts the heat’s weight —
Earth’s breath, sweet and fresh.

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I know I should pay attention, but I'd rather just ignore you and wait for the next surprise!
Kikiki😁😁😁

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Why play hard to get when you can play hard to forget? Make some memories that even the morning light can't erase.

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Not all adult's problems require money or any other help. Some just need you to stop being delusional and take a rest.

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BEAUTIFUL HEART

Thou art a verily valiant and dauntless soul,
With spirit unyielding, a heart pure and whole.

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There will be moments of darkness, of tears and screams, of silence and doubt. You'll wonder if your love is strong enough to survive the storms.

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FLEETING ECHOES


I chase the shadows of a distant place,
An oasis I've yet to find;
One where warmth hugs me,
A refuge for my restless mind.

I wander through the aisles,
Within my heart’s tangled maze.
It must be hidden in the silence,
Amidst the remnants of lost days.

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A CHRISTMAS DAY LIKE ANY OTHER

The world outside shimmers,
Draped in twinkling lights,
Echoes of laughter dance through the air,
families bound in warmth,
while I, a solitary figure,
nestle in the glow of my screen.

The church bells ring,
Calling hearts to gather,
but my sanctuary lies within these walls,
The flicker of scenes revealing
stories woven with laughter and tears —
Each frame is a companion,
Each pause is a moment to breathe.

I watch the world celebrate,
feasting on joy,
as I sip solitude like a bitter brew,
Wondering if Santa, with his jolly eyes,
takes note of the quiet,
the stillness that wraps around me
like a thick, comforting blanket.

Will he see the heart that beats beneath,
a pulse of connection,
though miles stretch like silence?
I hope not to land on the Naughty List,
For in my cocoon,
there’s a whisper of love,
a thread that binds us
though apart,
in this digital hug.

Here I remain the Grinch in my own tale,
Watching the world twinkle,
As I find my peace
in the quiet corners
of a Christmas day,
Just another chapter
in the book of my life.

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