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Sync and Zing
We dined with laughter, worries long gone,Where I was drawn in, included, carried along.They asked what I liked, with teasing and play,endless nonsense and my smiles brightened your day. It made you smile watching my laughter unfold,by the pool, playful… Continue reading
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A Year Journey
In January, we repair and reset,you made that declaration—it’s you and me, we are a duet. In February, I never count the value of Valentine’s Day,but a present arrived out of nowhere, drifting my way;I wondered quietly—why, and who could… Continue reading
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Out of the Frame
They gather close, adjusting clothes,fixing hair where soft light glows,faces checked, no shadows bend,each pose perfected to the end. Tap,click,flash! A photo sealed,laughter echoes, smiles revealed,they crowd around that silver gleam,a photo born, a frozen dream. But tell me, did… Continue reading
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A Time to Tear Down
We keep the memories,though the seasons change,though people move onand colors shift.The air has dancedwith cloud and raina dozen times in painted hues. I came to tell you:I haven’t yet leftthe place I said I would.Still, I knowsomething must change.… Continue reading
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A Cruise and A Smoke
Cheers, hellos, and heartfelt hugs,welcome aboard with bags and mugs.We set to sail through rain’s encore,a toast to life beneath the pour. Unpack the needs, ignite your drive,in seconds, rhythm comes alive.With taps and slides, with waves and sways,the beat… Continue reading
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When Love is patient…
“Leaders are born, not made” or “Leaders are made, not born”? I have simple experience in leadership, first in primary school as a member of Girls’ Scout. In middle school/high school, I have been a member of the Supreme Student’s… Continue reading
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 11
The Phoenix Bids Goodbye The phoenix has welcomed the man of diamonds;His weaknesses, overlooked through grace—His ugliness, covered with praise, face to face.Yet came the time his darkness grew,A storm long hidden, now breaking through. It grew like giant rainstorm… Continue reading
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Finding Rhythm: Dear September…
“September is the other January.” — Gretchen Rubin You see, I’ve been immersed in narrative poetry in my recent posts. Yet a growing worry began to settle in me—what if I could no longer paint with words? What if I had lost… Continue reading
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True love is not born of deceit.
“Love rejoices in the truth…” 1 Corinthians 13:6 True love is not born of deceit. When something that looks like a good setup is actually built on deception, it is not coming from true intentions. It ends up being just… Continue reading
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Yet believe
Debilitated and disabled, yet others have believed,for what can change everything, not sight nor touch received. Did not have enough time to know everything, yet believe;mocked and discouraged in everything, yet believe. Giving up everything, yet believe;lost what’s everything, yet… Continue reading
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