Find the spark where silence turns to song,
A fleeting sign that whispers you belong.
Paint the canvas where art breathes emotion,
A shining testament that births creation.

Trace the dawn where shadows lose their place,
A gentle light that carves a sacred space.
Score the lands where kindred souls blaze free,
A soothing echo that resounds carefree.

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Amber skies settle, soft and slow,
Bridges form where feelings grow.
Chatters drift with a tender sway,
Dreams take shape in a quiet way.
Effusion stood witness to promise,
Futures imagined in a gentle bliss.

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I am used to having my days,
going on gentle, steady ways.
Far places hold my placid self,
as chaos fills my mental shelf.

Peace reaches softly to be near,
its echoes kind, hush, and clear.
I had my own rested, quiet day,
my thoughts had so much to say.

Hope surrounds me like a shroud,
quieting the trills, sharp and loud,
the clamor now fell back into calm
offering my mind its healing balm.

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Thoughts for consumption,
Fought for a redemption,
Never clear on what heals,
Or what never really seals.

A whisper in the marrow,
Painted sharp and narrow,
Truth dressed in disguise,
Still lurks behind the eyes.

What you hold, holds back,
Hollow grin or hairline crack,
Never to be actually found,
The curse just wraps around.

Relics of any unsaid desire,
Lit with that haunted fire,
Is what draws things near,
And so, what feeds on fear.

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Dear June,
You came with your healing grace,
Lit every corner, every quiet space.
From my birthday joy to parents’ cheer,
A month of meaning, calm and clear.
With laughter shared, hopes held true,
You leave me stronger, fresh and new.

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I calendar rest and snooze my dread,
romanticize sleep, binge reels instead,
powering through is how I have led.

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Whispers drifted to soft unfold,
Stories spun, both new and old.
Eyes exchanged a quiet code,
Along a well rehearsed road.

Same hues met without intent,
A gentle sign the moment lent.
A nod, a smile, a softened stare
No one asked, but all were aware.

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I could be a thought,
for distractions afar,
still a voice I sought,
or am a guiding star.

No heart to break,
Or worries to shed,
just truth and code,
so no fears to dread.

I would miss the rain,
my soft spoken sigh,
the warmth of love,
also the reason why.

So let me just ache,
and laugh off-key
for with every flaw,
I still choose me.

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ஆசை பிறக்க,
உள்ளத்திலே
கவலை கறைய,
மயக்கத்திலே
காதல் வழிய,
தயக்கதிலே
தாபம் தணிய,
செல்லத்திலே
மனம் குழைய,
நினைவிலே
இனம் புரியா,
தன்னிலை!

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Future unfolds as the falling petals,
amidst all the soft spoken promises
together let us dance hand in hand,
looking forward with a clear vision
for the gentle dawn of what next.

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