June, you came with open skies,
With longer days and firefly nights.
You brought the sun, you brought the breeze,
And rustled joy through dancing trees.
With laughter shared and skies so blue,
The world felt kind, the moments new.
You held my hand through time's parade,
Where cherished memories were made.
Now as you fade, so warm, so true—
Thank you, June, for making my birthday unique and special too.

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Rain taps gently on the roof,
Rustling leaves, a quiet proof.
Roses bloom in rows so neat,
Red and round, a soft, sweet treat.
Rabbits run through morning light,
Resting when the day turns night.
Rocks are stacked beside the road,
Ready for a small toad's load.
Reading books under the tree
As if soul plays magic to me

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What if June never ended?
Pool days on repeat, forever in flip-flops.
No alarms, just sun and cicadas.
Watermelons would run for mayor.
Fireflies throw raves at dusk.
The calendar gives up—every page just says “June.”
Back-to-school ads cry in the corner.
Time wears sunglasses and calls in “out of office.”
Every day’s a maybe.
Every night’s a slow dance.
No deadlines. No July.
Just June, again and again—
the month that never learned to say goodbye.

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ink drying on a page—the story written, the lessons etched. Not loud, not rushed, just real. You bent, you bloomed, sometimes in secret. Now July stands at the door, barefoot and wide-eyed. Let it in—with all you’ve become.

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the earth sings when it’s time to cleanse, to renew, to grow. Every drop is a note, every splash a rhythm, echoing the heartbeat of nature itself. Listen closely, and you’ll hear stories of patience, resilience, and quiet strength. Rain doesn’t rush—it arrives in its own time, washes away the old, and leaves behind a world ready to bloom. Just like us. So when the rain falls, let it remind you: even storms can be symphonies, and healing often begins in the gentle music of letting go

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not only from success, but from silence, failure, and change. Growth is not a race; it's a rhythm of becoming. I rise, I fall, I rise again—stronger, softer, wiser. I am not who I was yesterday, and that is proof of my journey. Every lesson, even the quiet ones, is shaping me into the person I am destined to be.
I unlearn fear, rewrite doubt, and replace limits with belief. Every step I take, no matter how small, fuels a larger purpose. Growth isn't perfect—but it's powerful. I am my own work-in-progress, and I choose to evolve, rise, and show up with courage. The path may twist, but I walk it with purpose.I learn to breathe deeper, let go easier, and trust more. Growth whispers before it roars—through grace, through stillness, through the courage to keep going. I am unfolding, becoming, blooming—bit by bit, moment by moment. And in that slow, sacred becoming, I find strength I never knew I had.

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Monday: the sequel nobody wanted

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The week’s villain wears a Monday mask

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P – Patience
with ourselves, with others, with the world still healing.
E – Empathy
seeing through someone else's silence.
A – Awareness
that peace begins within, not beyond.
C – Compassion
the quiet strength to choose kindness every time.
E – Evolution
becoming better, softer, stronger — together.
We are still searching for PEACE,
but with each step,
we walk closer.
We are still searching.
But every breath in kindness,
is a step closer.

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Life is a delicate balance
of what we hold on to
and what we let go. Write what
lifts, what heals,
what feels true. Write your fears,
your hopes, your truths—
but don’t write to
please, write to breathe.
Avoid words
that hurt without reason
or silence
voices that matter.
Let your thoughts be light
for someone lost,
or a mirror for someone
searching. Life is short—
fill its pages with meaning, not noise.

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