Tag: poetry
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The Shape of Dreams
Dreams are not soft things.They have edges — sharp enough to cut,corners where fear hides,and curves that bend like hope. Some dreams are circles —endless, looping,spinning you in want until you’re dizzy. Some are stars —burning too bright,too far,but still you reach. And some…some are just shadows —the shape of what you lost,what you almost…
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The Quiet Ones
They sit at the edge of the room,hearts loud — voices silent.Dreamers behind tired eyes,fighters without fists. The world calls them shy —but they are storms,whispers made of thunder,and you will hear them…when they’re ready. Back to Home Page or Search Poetry Catergories
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