Tag: poem
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Wind
If it is meant for me,It will fly like a bird towards my tree and land on it quietlyIf it not meant for meI will still feel the wind on my branches
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Lock to break
I thought I’d lost the key,but keys are for thosewho still believe in locks. I could shatter this thing—one strike of will,one refusal to stay trappedin the museum of old love. The question isn’t where the key is.It’s whether I’m readyto pick up the hammer. And I get closer…
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What in Life is Fun?
What in Life is Fun?What in life is fun?Is it the hobby that absorbs you,the creative spark catching fire,the sudden insight that shifts everything?Truly ask yourself: what is fun?And then—the harder question:How do I make space for it?Despite fear.Despite frustration, sadness,the whole messy chorus of being human—I can still accommodate fun.Not because these feelings vanish.Not…
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Love so sweet
Love, that sweet nectar—one taste and you’re craving more.When your cup empties,most move on to sample something new.But some refuse another sip.They say that first sweetnesswas the only one worth tasting.Who’s right?The ones who drink widely,or those who thirst for only one?I won’t say.Each tongue knows its own hunger
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If I Were a Tree
If I were a tree,I would stand stilland observe the world. I would breathe in opposite of man in the morning,while resting like man at night. Truly, a wonder how I support a manto continue living on this planet that we both cherish. I would watch as my leaves bloom in spring, summer,change colors in…
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