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The Gardener’s Lament 🌿🐿️
Read more: The Gardener’s Lament 🌿🐿️In the quiet dawn, I plant my seeds,Dreams of harvest dancing in the breeze.But lo, the squirrels—they plot and scheme,Tiny paws digging through my garden’s dream. They scoff at my efforts, those furry foes,Their eyes gleaming mischief, tails a-wagging pose.Yet I stand resolute, my spirit unyielding,For this soil is my canvas, my heart’s true fielding.…
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Echoes of Tomorrow
Read more: Echoes of TomorrowIn the quiet chambers of our days, Where shadows dance upon the walls, We ponder futures yet uncharted, And hear the distant echoes call. The world, a shifting tapestry, Threads woven by hands unseen, Unfurls its secrets, whispers truths, As seasons change and dreams convene. At fifty-nine, you stand upon the bridge, A witness to…
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Ink and Stardust
Read more: Ink and StardustIn the quiet of celestial nights, Where ink spills across the cosmic canvas, I dip my quill into stardust, And write stories that dance with purpose. Each word a constellation, A bridge between realms unseen, I conjure hope from moonbeams, And trace the edges of forgotten dreams. The ink flows like a river, Carving valleys…
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Harmony’s Healing Breath
Read more: Harmony’s Healing BreathIn the quiet chambers of the heart, Where shadows yield to dawn’s embrace, Poetry unfurls its fragile wings, A balm for wounds, a sacred space. Each syllable, a whispered prayer, A note plucked from the cosmic lyre, Weaves threads of solace through the air, Igniting flames of hope, desire. And music—oh, the sweet elixir— It…
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Sixty in Twenty-Four
Read more: Sixty in Twenty-FourSixty years, like sapphires in the sun, Gleaming with the adventures that you’ve won. Each year a gem, unique in its glow, Reflecting the light of the paths you chose to follow. In this digital age, where screens abound, Sixty-year-olds navigate a world profound. They’ve seen rotary phones evolve to smartphones, From typewriters to touchscreens,…
Wicked Grim Stories
Wicked Grim Stories 