Come not in expensive robes,
Come not in any stereotype roles,
Bring me moments
that my heart can cherish
Gift me days,
that take me closer to my purpose
on this land…

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Promise is like a night phlox,
blooms out of human imperiousness
to make the future predictable.…

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a heart luminous enough
to see the landscape of talent, gifted...

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When flowers die,
they leave behind fond memories,
which linger in hearts for years,
adorn the wounds with lasting grace…

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Words are like wallpapers,
Oft people pause to admire
but seldom do they carry
home the implicit meanings…

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Happiness spreads a panoply
of grace and hope, when travels
through the silence of giving...

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On days, dark
I choose myself, over
blames and flames.…

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and take shelter
under the warm
umbrella of freedom.

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When the mind moves to a happy mood,
You turn as graceful as a flower,
In all the expanse of that joy,
You stand out as tall as a steeple.
It is a moment to cherish
a moment to experience,
The taste of emotions,
pious and pleasant...

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to fathom the inner strength.

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