Be like a droplet, gentle and small,
No weight of the past, no bruises at all.
Flow through the cracks where hurt cannot stay,
Untouched by the storms that pass your way.

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The slow mornings, the quiet peace,
No rush, no race—just time to breathe.
A day to rest, a day to be,
Lost in dreams, calm and free.

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Between these pages, I lose myself—only to find who I truly am.
Every word, a doorway to another world.

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On this cold and quiet night,
His fingers dance in silver light.
Each note drifts like falling snow,
A melody of joy and woe.

The piano hums, the moonlight gleams,
Lost in music, lost in dreams.
Every chord, a tale untold,
Warmth within the winter’s cold.

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She gave her all—love, trust, and endless patience. But some hearts cherish, while others just take. She walked away, not broken, but wiser.

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Just one hope can change the way,
Turn the night into brightest day.
A spark so small, yet burns so bright,
Guiding lost souls toward the light.

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February whispers cold goodbyes,
Love blooms under soft skies.
Days flee fast, yet hope stays high.

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Whispers of dreams take quiet flight.
The moon listens, the stars confide,
Secrets the daylight dares to hide.

Shadows stretch, yet fear dissolves,
As silent thoughts begin to evolve.
In stillness deep, the soul takes flight,
Finding its way in the soft moonlight.

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A morning wrapped in golden light,
With calmness making everything right.
A quiet mind, a heart at ease,
Drifting with the gentle breeze.

No rush, no race, just time to be,
Lost in moments, wild and free.
A cup of tea, a book in hand,
Peace is simple, yet so grand.

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with ink and pen,
Some write through actions, now and then.
Stories are told in smiles and tears,
In silent battles fought for years.

Some carve their tales in hearts so deep,
In love they give, in promises they keep.
Words may fade, but deeds remain,
A story lived is never in vain.

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