Image Source: Pexels- lil artsy Sometimes, heroes don’t wear uniforms. Sometimes, they have furs. Sometimes, to show their feelings, They usually purr. Sometimes, they aren’t that beautiful; They have prickling whiskers. Sometimes, they don’t bark to be heard, Cause they are silent saviors. Sometimes, you don’t know if they are heroes, But watch their movements…

When my days are numbered And I’m no longer here Open my books and read my poems If they make you sad, please hold back your tears When my days are numbered And the sun rises each morn without me Remember our days at the park And the games we played behind the moringa tree…

If I had the chance to sit with you tonight, I would look you in the eyes, The way I always do,  Whenever I see you smile. If I had the chance to be by your side tonight, I would tell you all the funniest jokes, That would keep you laughing; And I wouldn’t stop…

There they are The dreams I have, They linger on They make me wonder They never leave I’m up there, stuck in the clouds. My mind is amazing Here I stand with a million thoughts, A million thoughts swirl around me They pull at me They tell me to think bigger But some thoughts are…

I lit an old lantern, its flame dancing softly, casting shadows that move in patterns. I hold it in my hand, lighting my path, slowly. In silence, I walk— bare feet brushing the earth— searching for something that doesn’t want to be found. The lantern flickers, its light fleeting, revealing fragments of the darkened night.…

The ocean hums your name in whispers, a melody carried by tides that know no end— steady, unyielding, like the strength you quietly weave into each moment. You are the calm between waves, the stillness where dreams gather and grow, a reminder that patience is not idleness, but the art of believing in what is…

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Tea, in a pot, served in a china cup on a little saucer.  Tea with the bag still in,  It’s cold, but it’s comfortingly so.  There’s bread that’s stale,  It’s dusty, And I’d like to read a newspaper.  It’s a day for sitting crossed-legged on the floor,  It’s always a day to sit crossed-legged on…

Sometimes, in the cold autumn nights I embark on a journey towards the moon. To find my way back home, in the heights Where memories linger from a night in June. Visualizing the moon’s gentle embrace, A sweet feeling arises, my heart finds peace. Moonlight softly kisses my cheeks, As the world around me quietly…

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