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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a part of life, remains as painful as it is.
Still, a voice inside strengthens me
to keep moving on.

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We stand like libraries, hushed and still,
A universe of words, untold, unsaid.
Each page a secret, a whispered thrill,
Awaiting eyes to read what's in our head.

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In a tower of books, where shadows softly sway,
A girl sits concealed, on a winter's gray day.
The windowpane, a frosted, shimmering stage,
For a blizzard's dance, a winter's wild rage.

Her book, a magic key, unlocks hidden doors,
To pirate ships, and far-off, unexplored shores.
She sails with the captain, brave and bold and free,
While the wind howls outside, and the snow falls endlessly.

The library whispers, secrets in the air,
Of ancient spells, and creatures beyond compare.
Her imagination soars, on wings of pure delight,
As she reads through the night, in the winter's pale light.

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The year is fading, winter is here,
With snow and ice, the air is clear.
We gather close, by fire's light,
And share our warmth, throughout the night.

The year has flown, a fleeting dream,
Of laughter shared, and life's own stream.
With memories sweet, and lessons learned,
A new year dawns, with hope discerned.

So raise a glass, let joy abound,
May peace and love forever sound.
Merry Christmas, and a New Year bright,
Filled with warmth and pure delight.

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