Lillies bloom after rain,
Bright gold on emerald leaves.
They sway simply in the breeze,
A quick, vibrant burst of color.
Nature's brief, beautiful gift,
Simple joy for the eye.

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My own small cottage. Not shared. Mine alone.
A little garden. My favorite chair. Sweet jasmine climbs.
My journals. My shoes by the door.
No explanations needed. Just quiet.
A personal space. Still. Waiting. Like a clean page.

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When one being brought me to see this universe so wide,
Another showed my new feet how to walk, then ran beside me, eager to catch a butterfly,
One held my small hand, patiently tracing the form of each letter,
While the eldest, with gentle care, fed me and would keep my spirit warm.

Within their four embracing hearts, like chambers safe and deep,
They nurtured me through childhood's maze, while I would laugh and weep.

The life I live, this vibrant joy that bubbles up inside, Each victory I claim with pride, their love has been my guide.
I'm not just made by a single heart, though one began it all, But woven by a tapestry of love, that answered every call.

The greatest gift, a blessing rare, that fortune chanced to give,
Four beings' love entwined as one, the reason that I live.
Happy Mother's Day to each dear soul, who shaped me with such grace,
Your blended strength and tender touch, time cannot now erase.

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Heart's soft rhythm, thunder's might;
First raindrop's swift and novel light.

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The sky softens, a wash of gentle blues and fading gold.
The sun, a bright disc nearing the horizon.
A white contrail slices across the vast expanse, a straight line drawn by a distant plane.
Below, the angular shapes of buildings rise against the light.
A silhouette of the city, meeting the expansive sky.
The transient mark of human flight against the enduring backdrop of the heavens.

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Just like a painting
hung on the ceiling
on a beautiful morning
he yearned for the sky's freeing.

a vibrant, regal sight,
bathed in the golden light,
where temple bells would chime,
found this feathered fellow in time.

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A thrilling day to break a sweat and turn radiant pink!
A rejuvenating day to detox and
refresh!
A day to embrace the sounds of
nature!
A day to be reborn!

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Miles between us.
Her thoughts:me
Her call, a thin thread
The phone rang
Silence!

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The jasmine blooms, a purple-white,
Ringo's soft fur, in fading light.
Grandpa's bike rides, wind in my hair,
Grandma's kitchen, beyond compare.

Stories you both told, of the world unseen,
Cooking, cleaning, a garden green.
Both of your memories bloom, and light my way
When my time comes, "See you on the other side," I say.

I miss your gentle hands, your loving grace,
Forever held within me, in this vast space.

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They call me fragile;
Little do they know, I’m not glass or a flower;
A storm, quietly brewing, ready to unleash!

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