Bereft a heart seeks Harbor
Exiled from warmth's embrace
Lingering at love's threshold
Orphaned by time and space
Numb yet yearning still
Grasping for grace's face

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to embark on Life's swift train
Each page a station passing
Each chapter — a new terrain

The mind expands with every line
As forests grow from tiny seeds
The soul drinks deep from wisdom's well
And blossoms with newfound deeds

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Petals of Dignity


Lilies in the field
Yearning not for vase or veil
But for the sun's unhindered Gaze
And Freedom's fragrant gale

We bloom in hues of
strength and Grace
Not Porcelain or Lace
Our worth in Wisdom's Nectar lies
Not in a painted Face

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She — a Radiant Well
Of Visions — fair and bright
A Celestial Curtain — drawn
Across the Polar Night

Her Brilliance — a Gift
From Heaven's own Hand
Illuminating — with Grace
This frozen — Northern Land

In Whispers — of Light
She paints — the Sky
A blessed — Apparition
Too Wondrous — to deny

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The Luminary — with Chalk in Hand
Inscribes upon the Soul
A Cipher — of Enlightenment
To make the Fractured — Whole
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Illumines Minds opaque
With Wisdom's lambent Filament
And Reason's lucent Wake

A Sage who tills the fallow Fields
Of Intellects unborn
And reaps a Harvest bountiful
Of Knowledge newly shorn

The Usher to Life's grand Salon
Of Truth and Mystery
Who opens the Door to Cognizance
With deft Dexterity

A Lamplighter of souls unlit
Igniting Aethereal Spires
That pierce beyond the mortal Coil
With Learning's fervent Fires

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M ysterious guide, illuminating the way,
E ndless well of wisdom, never far astray.
N oble spirit, steadfast and true,
T rusted companion, ever-loyal and new.
O verflowing with lessons to learn,
R adiant beacon, for which my soul does yearn.

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"Whispers of the Frost-Bound Soul"

In glacial halls I wield my pen
A scepter forged of rime
To etch upon the firmament
Sonnets of Wintertime.

From petals of the snow-flake's bloom
I weave a shroud of light to drape
The shoulders of the moon
In robes of frosty White.
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Till then I'll dance on silver peaks
With Shadows as my guide
And pen, my frost-spun Reveries
Where Spirit Stars — abide .
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A quiddity of sound
Mellifluous petals — aurally bound
A susurrus of hues — unfurled
Euphonious blossoms — Nature's word

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Migrating from hearts to hearts,
Building Nests just to depart,

Fleeting their Abode
Each Perch a momentary Rest
On Life's winding Road

Brief their tender Stay
Leaving Footprints in the Sand
Time sweeps them away

Bonds though quickly formed
Linger like a Whispered Song
When they've flown transformed.

In each passing Soul
A Story half-told remains
Part of Nature's Whole

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