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The Summit
They never see the climb —the way your hands bledagainst the stone,how your breath brokein the thin air of doubt,how the wind whispered, Turn back —and still, you rose. They only see you standing here,bathed in the sun of your arrival,but you remember the shadows —the nights stitched with fear,the weight of every almost-fall,the ache…
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What If We’re All Just Passing Through?
What if the moments we cling toare only echoes —ripples on waterthat forget our touch? What if the people we loveare constellations —close enough to light our waybut too far to hold? What if every “forever” we promiseis just sand —shaped by wind,washed by tide,never still? And what if that’s okay?What if beauty lives in…
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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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