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My Silent Hero Eyes closed and flickered as it glows in every thought – a silent cry tugging my every heartstring Flying on an angel’s wings – through a window of an illusion and imagery of another dimension As it shines the light peeked through – a dark spot of seclusion arranged in furrow Yet
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A blank canvas of life is like an untouched, cosmic expanse waiting to be filled with colours, scenes, characters and stories. It embodies the possibility for creation, where every stroke, every line, every detail and every imagination can shape the masterpiece that unfolds. Just as an artist stands before a blank canvas, life offers endless
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In the faded corners of a sepia frame, we stand, side by side, laughter frozen in time, a dance of shadows and light. Your hand, a gentle anchor, guiding our small steps, as we wander through fields of daisies and dreams. Now, in the hush of winter, snowflakes kiss the earth, blanketing the world like
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Winter solstice marks the longest night promising longer days ahead A fascinating celestial event – a rebirth of life and existence A symbol of light – a return to begin a day and of thereafter A beautiful metaphor – of life’s challenges and phases of living. Just as the earth continues to journey around the
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Just nothing… With nothing it means you’re content, With nothing it just keeps you settled, With nothing it makes you feel blessed, With nothing it gives you something to thank for, With nothing it creates a new kind of blankness. Nothing at all, mean you are not bothered, Nothing it seems, mean that life is
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12th month of the year, 744 hours of choices Time to reflect on life’s happenings – the episodes of every day A space to re-think the events – the occurrences of precious moments The undertakings of each day and the cherished hours. 12th month of the year, 44,640 minutes of chances Time to reminisce on
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The heavens look dense and dark looming above A blanket obscuring the sun to greet the day The overcast skies are like shadows carrying a load While the wind rustles the leaves as the trees sways along There is a sense of anticipation and deviance As the stillness envelopes the earth with an eerie
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The sun sets on the horizon – the orange hue skies are like curtains covering the earth Underneath, the hills, the valleys and plains looked timid and sheltered A pathway slithers along – beckoning to take a stroll to revel in and wander From afar the picturesque view resembles a painting from an art gallery
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Don’t worry about the things you can’t change – it’s a destruction Don’t worry and stress about the things that has happened – it’s an extinction Don’t worry about the things that may still happen or could happen in between – it’s a turmoil It is not worth it as it is. Don’t worry about
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