Fears once shadowed what might come to be,
A daunting storm I thought would swallow me.
Yet in the trial, discovered strength in me ,
And found within, a courage of great worth.

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Sometimes we speak with careless grace,
And words meant for one find another place.
Fate's gentle twist, a fleeting sigh,
Whispers to ears we never wished to try.

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In the deep of time, where darkness weaves,
Hope emerges with a grace that always believes.

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We can't be free until we do justice

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a well-practiced art

wow, what a real people?
afraid of being who they are,
by being the false,
and call it life.

why this fear?
why being false?
why wander in a hidden space?
trying to appear good perhaps.

why this temporary you?
perhaps for some temporary satisfaction,
facade may fool for a fleeting day,
But in time, it crumbles, fades away.

Being real, not a simple task,
so you chose a simple and fake one,
unmask and unclasp,
shows the permanent satisfaction.

being true, find goodness
that's lasting, a rare, precious kind,
where masks may conceal,
celebrate the beauty of being real.

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In destiny's cold embrace, we part, bittersweet,
A love unasked for, yet etched deep within,
The ache of loss, a shadow cast by fate's deceit,
Two souls entwined, then torn, where to begin?

The moments come to life as they are delicately gilded in gold,
each one a masterpiece in time's gallery.
Now fragments scattered, a story left untold,
A heart's lament in whispers of the wind's retreat.

a symphony uniquely composed, emotions stir, In the presence,
each moment holds a universe, and all others are withdrawn
a world unfolds, losing you, a star the night dreads to lose,
Time's brush may sweep the world, but all shall dwell unchanged.

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On Muharram's solemn day, hearts unite,
In Karbala's tragedy, sorrow takes flight,
Imam Hussain's sacrifice, a beacon burning bright,
His legacy of love and justice, forever ignites

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In Karbala's sands, a noble soul did stand,
Imam Hussain a.s, valiant, with faith so grand,
For truth and justice, he made his final stand,
His sacrifice still echoes, across the land.

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Don't lose it for the thing u would regret over, lose it for the worth.

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The most ironic thing The emotional attachment.
attachment that has deep roots no eyes might see
Unless they could feel the feeling.
And is really shown in the spirited emotions..

The hardest crave That never fades.
The kind of puzzle That is unsolved forever.

Feeling, that we wanna Keep away our heart from falling to it.
Feeling that might put us through hell.

The obsession of being Around your love everytime ,
Being stood by everytime. even might be never faded emotion..

The strength to them For being with stand to their side.
The strength of the attachment
For being close to each other.

The weakness to them For being apart.
The weakness, of having Idea of being separation .

and its never easy to being away,
it can come around at anytime.
keep your eyes, wide open
Before falling for its weakness.
Keep your eyes, wide close
Before falling for its strength .

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