Old times echo in laughter and light,
Days spun gold, from morning to night.
Few photos remain, but the warmth stays,
In half-told stories and carefree days.
A bond not captured in frames or clicks,
Just living proof that memory sticks.

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Love is a door to eternity’s light,
Beyond the ash, beyond the night.
Though bodies fade and souls may roam,
Love stands still, a timeless home.
In death or birth, in loss or grace,
Love alone holds every place.

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"A Fragile Now"

Lately, joy turns to tragedy
in an instant—attacks, stampedes,crashes.
Moments once filled with laughter dissolve into silence and grief.
It’s a stark reminder: life is fragile, unpredictable. So live now. Be grateful. Say what you feel.
Love out loud. Because in a world
that changes without warning,
the only thing that matters
is how deeply we live the
moments we’re given.

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The skies once shimmered with a grace,
Now silence holds the empty space.
Time stole the glow from youthful eyes,
And left us truths in thin disguise.
Where wonders lived, now shadows cling,
A quiet end to everything.

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Eyes met, hearts raced.
Time stopped, souls embraced.
Hands touched, sparks flew.
Forever us, love true.

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In quiet moments, hear your heart,
A gentle guide, a work of art.
No need to chase what lies above,
You are already full of love.

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At Night Flowers

At night flowers bloom in hush,
Beneath the stars’ celestial blush.
The world is still, the sky runs deep,
While blossoms watch what silence keeps.
No need for words, no rush, no race,
Just moonlight's touch on nature’s face.
In solitude, the heart finds grace,
At night flowers, a sacred place.

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I think of you every night, alone in quiet dread,
Your memory clings softly where dreams and tears are shed.
The stars all whisper stories that only we once knew,
But morning steals the magic and leaves the ache of you.
Love lingers like a shadow I cannot chase away—
It stays, though you are gone, and haunts my every day.

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A good night text means you’re on my mind,
A gentle thought, soft and kind.
It’s not just words before the night,
But care wrapped up in glowing light.
A whisper sent through silent air,
To say, I’m here, I always care.

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Lovely flowers in a quiet bloom,
Soft defiance against the gloom.
No need for noise, they simply shine,
In colors loud, in scent divine.
They teach with grace, with petals wide—
To grow, to glow, and not to hide.

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