A fluffy towel, green and bright,
A gift I gave with pure delight.
She hung outside, a summer's night,
But morning brought a mournful sight.

A stray dog's work, a tattered scene,
The missing towel, a heart unseen.
She kept it close, a silent plea,
Her love for it, a mystery.

One fine day, a happy surprise,
She came to visit, with laughter in her eyes.
There, on a shelf, a twist of fate,
A green towel, a lucky mate!

"Lost," she whispered, a tearful sigh,
But joy soon bloomed, in her bright eye.
I gave her my towel, a happy surprise,
A million smiles in her sparkling eyes.

A hug so tight, a smile so wide,
The towel returned, her woes subside.
Back in her bag, a treasured friend,
The green towel's love that knows no end.

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which becomes mandatory
to deal with my own drama
every morning!

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As the sun goes down,
the faint light creates creepy shadows
on the rough walls,
showing hidden secrets.
The entrance is covered in vines that twist around,
their leaves touching the stone
like they're protecting the mysteries inside.
Those caves give off a spooky vibe,
It creeps me out and makes me feel like
I'm living through my worst nightmares.

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Whispering to starlight
Ink-stained pages echo with your absence
Kisses on the breeze
that will never reach
Haunted by laughter
I hear echoes of you and me.

Though you're gone, Dad
my love will never fade
The joy we shared
a treasure time has made.

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a blast of sunshine,
bringing a taste of heat with her.

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The deeper the shadows you traverse,
the more brilliant the light you become.

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the night didn't speak,
a heavy silence, secrets it keeps.
Stars like whispers, faint and few,
lost in the vast, inky blue.

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the night didn't speak,
but a whisper of dawn, a promise to seek.
A glimmer of light on the horizon's vast line,
a new day approaching, a chance to unwind.

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Bushy warmth instead of sheep,
Curled tight, a fiery dream I'd keep.
No lullaby, just bamboo breeze,
Tail-tucked slumber, nature's ease.
Red panda life, oh what a peace.

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If you want to appreciate
the beauty of thorns,
you must have the courage
to hold them.

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