Just a rift of emotions played in My Heart...

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Bustling city streets are filled with the sound of a tiger; the sound of your footsteps as you walk through them leeches into an orchestra that neither has harmony nor rhythm

Lights from sky-scrapers which are huge and high in the sky at night pierce into their night's black expanse, sending a strange light cascading around the metropolis.

Swarms of people flow through the gaps between skyscrapers looking like lone figures standing at the hub of an otherwise teeming world.

Crowds line the streets, and the air hangs heavy with the smells from both exhaust gases and steaming pots of food being sizzled up commingling it all.

Yet--though the noise is deafening and never-ending--there is still an inherent energy which runs through the city, a non-stop heartbeat that sends if forward into night.

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Like a stab in the dark
Your absence leaves a mark
Now , it's just me & the dark.

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Fog cools the air so and so how hope does my heart.

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Darkened dreams dreaded long night for a sounded sleep.

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In the tapestry of life, a kaleidoscope of hues,
Moments woven together, like nature's vibrant views.
Each passing second, a brushstroke on the canvas of time,
A symphony of emotions, a rhythm so sublime.

The morning sun rises, painting the sky with gold,
But soon it fades away, as the day grows old.
The flowers bloom, their petals unfurled,
But in the blink of an eye, they return to the earth.

The laughter of children, echoing in the air,
Their innocence and joy, a treasure so rare.
But as they grow older, time swiftly slips away,
Their laughter fades, replaced by responsibilities each day.

Yet amidst the fleeting nature of this transient life,
There's a beauty to be found, free from strife.
For in the present moment, we can truly reside,
Finding solace and gratitude, in life's changing tide.

So let us cherish the now, with hearts open wide,
Embracing every moment, like a gentle, loving guide.
For in the passing of time, we find the strength to be,
To live fully in the present, and set our spirits free.

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I wandered through the smog, searching for your trace,
But it was my own heart that got lost in the haze.
I thought I'd find you there, a guiding light,
But in the end, it was me who lost the fight.

The smog veiled my vision, clouded my sight,
And I stumbled blindly through the darkest night.
I called out your name, hoping for a sign,
But only silence echoed back, a cruel design.

I realized then, as the smog began to clear,
That it was my own self I needed to revere.
For in the search for you, I lost a part of me,
A piece that can never be fully set free.

So now I stand amidst the remnants of my quest,
With a heavy heart, and a soul that's been put to the test.
I'll carry the lessons learned, though the pain may sting,
And find solace in the knowledge that I'm still a resilient being.

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I searched for solace in the depths of my soul,
But found only darkness, an endless black hole.
A sadness crept in, like a ghost in the night,
Dragging me down, extinguishing my light.

Tears fall like raindrops, staining my cheeks,
Aching heart, it feels like it's been weeks.
The weight of sorrow, a heavy burden to bear,
Leaving me broken, lost in despair.

In the silence of the night, I cry out in pain,
Hoping somehow, my sadness will wane.
But the echoes of sorrow persist in my mind,
Leaving me searching for solace I can't find.

Oh, how I long for a glimmer of hope,
To mend the pieces of my shattered soul's scope.
But for now, I'll embrace this melancholy art,
And find solace in the depths of my broken heart.

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I wrote a note but never sent it, true,
Words unspoken, feelings overdue.
In my heart, the words were penned,
But fear and doubt made me apprehend.

Each line, each word, a piece of my soul,
Confessions and emotions taking their toll.
But hesitation held me back,
Afraid of what you might think or lack.

The ink dried, the paper remained,
A secret message, forever contained.
But deep within, regrets reside,
For the words I kept hidden, locked inside.

Sometimes, it's the unsent words we rue,
The chances missed, the love we withdrew.
So here 'm writing a poem for a reminder to you,
To speak my heart, to let my feelings ensue.

For in the end, it's better to have tried,
To let my emotions flow, unhide.
So not holding it back, letting my yearned-heart be heard,
Sending here a note, for all my unsaid feelings be stirred.

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Not all heroes wear capes, it's true,
Some wear a smile and guide us through.
A father's love, strong and deep,
In his arms, we find solace and keep.

He may not have superhuman strength,
But his presence gives us the ultimate strength.
He's there to catch us when we fall,
And remind us that we can conquer all.

With every word of wisdom he imparts,
He shapes our minds and touches our hearts.
He teaches us values, right from wrong,
And helps us grow, to be brave and strong.

A hero in disguise, he may seem,
But in our eyes, he's a shining beam.
For in the end, it's not the cape that defines,
But the love and care that forever shines.

So here l remind my father who is always near,
For his love and support, l wanna make it clear.
Not all heroes wear capes, it's true,
But they'll always be our heroes, through and through.....🦸🏻‍♀️

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