Last time I was in love, the stars seemed to align,
Whispers of the heart, in every glance a secret sign,
With each beat, a hope that this would never end,
In the arms of a fleeting dream, my spirit would ascend.

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In the cafe's gentle hum, our fingers entwine like steam,
With every sip of coffee, I fall deeper into this dream,
Your eyes hold the warmth of a thousand morning brews,
In this cup of life, it’s with you I'd never choose to lose.

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Together we dreamed 'neath the whispering cosmic dust,
In unity our hearts, a shared vision we entrust,
A dream of peace, where every soul finds rest,
In a world that's kind, and by love's hand is blessed.
We dreamt of a land where nature and man align,
Where the future’s bright for your children and mine,
Harmony’s melody, a chorus between earth and sky,
Shared dreams take wing, on the winds of hope we fly.

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Free society is one where voices blend in chorus, loud,
Casting ballots, dreams, and thoughts, as a free-thinking crowd,
Where truth prevails, not drowned by tyranny's gavel,
Ensuring justice’s scales are balanced, and paths to walk are gravel.

In such a land where diverse minds can spar and speak,
Ideas flower from fertile grounds, not trodden weak,
A tapestry of opinion, woven with respect's thread,
Makes democracy’s garden lush—where no thought fears to tread.

Safeguards in place for each to voice their creed,
Rights are seeds sown, from which freedoms breed,
A vigilant assembly, keeping watch on power's play,
So that in each heart and mind, democracy might sway.

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I have waited long enough for dawn's gentle touch,
Underneath the sky where stars shimmer much,
For sunrise hues to paint my world anew,
And for hope's gentle warmth to finally break through.

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My active poem is a living, breathing zest,
Leaping off the page, it won't let you rest,
Stanzas flexing like muscles in a rhythmic dance,
Words running, jumping, giving the mundane a chance,
Lines stretching towards the sky, limitless in its stance,
This poem isn't just words—it's life in trance.

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If my shadow could speak, it would whisper quietly, "Don't trust anyone too hastily, for even light can deceive,"
And in a gentle murmur, it would add, "Take care of yourself, with self-love as the tapestry you weave."

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My life would be so boring without the internet to explore,
Without that laptop, where my thoughts and worlds pour,
And writing, oh writing, that lets my spirit soar,
No canvas of pixels, no keys to unlock creativity's door,
Imagination confined, no digital waves to ride to distant shore,
In a silent space, life's vivid hues would I deeply implore.

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singular dreams or the loudest scream,


the collective will and a shared dream.

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To get over pain, one must embrace time's gentle flow,
Find strength in tears shed, let them freely go,
Seek solace in the company of hearts kind and mellow,
And in the canvas of self-care, let new hope grow.

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