a radiant, noble creed,
A light to lead you home from earthly dearth.
So, stand tall, let integrity be known,
And wear your honour as a cherished crown.
A secret treasure
A gentle curve, a fleeting, sunlit grace,
A silent language spoken in the eyes,
A warmth that spreads across a weary face,
A beacon burning 'neath the cloudy skies.
It lifts the spirit, banishes the gloom,
And whispers promises of brighter days,
A fragile flower bursting into bloom,
That chases shadows with its golden rays.
A simple gift, yet powerful and deep,
It bridges distances and mends the soul,
A secret treasure that the heart can keep,
And makes us stronger, making us whole.
So, share your smile, let kindness be your guide,
And watch its magic ripple far and wide.
A butterfly in flight
A gentle sunbeam, dancing on my face,
A robin's song that fills the morning air,
A simple moment, found in time and space,
A weightless feeling, banishing all care.
Happiness, a butterfly in flight,
A fleeting glimpse of beauty, pure and bright.
It lands so softly, bathed in golden light,
And whispers secrets in the fading night.
Don't chase it wildly, lest it disappear,
But hold it gently in your heart's embrace.
For, happiness is found in moments near,
In simple joys that time cannot erase.
So, breathe it in, this feeling sweet and true,
And let its warmth forever dwell in you.
A spark of wonder
Within the heart, a hidden song resides,
A melody that dances, soft and low,
A gentle current where true beauty glides,
A secret harmony that starts to grow.
It whispers through the chambers of the mind,
A solace in the chaos and the fray,
A tapestry of feelings intertwined,
That brightens even the darkest, greyest day.
Though words may fail to capture all its grace,
And mortal ears may struggle to define,
This inner music leaves a timeless trace,
A spark of wonder, truly so divine.
So, listen close, and let your spirit soar,
To hear the soul's sweet song forevermore.
The wage of dreams
The market calls, a siren's gilded song,
Of better bread, and lives beyond the fray.
We leave behind the place where we belong,
To chase a future, brighter than today.
Yet, is this journey truly ours to claim?
Or are we pawns, propelled by want and need?
Does freedom bloom within this endless game,
Or just a gilded cage, a heart that bleeds
For, roots untended, memories left behind?
We seek a solace, tangible and true,
But find the self fragmented, hard to find,
A patchwork soul, forever split in two.
So, let us tread with wisdom, deep and vast,
And ask, “What price this life, and will it last?”
A soft kiss
The world in white, a silent, frozen dream,
Begins to weep, a fragile, watery sigh.
The sun's soft kiss, a warmly golden gleam,
Awakens life beneath a weeping sky.
The icy grip that held the earth so tight,
Relaxes now, releasing streams unbound.
No longer veiled in purest, blinding light,
The hidden earth emerges from the ground.
A promise whispered on the gentle breeze,
Of verdant hues and blossoms yet to be.
The melting snow, a harbinger of ease,
Foretells the coming of spring's liberty.
So, let the teardrops fall, a silver rain,
For, life reborn will rise and bloom again.
The garden of the soul
The lines etched deep, a map upon the face,
Tell tales of journeys, triumphs, and of tears.
No youthful blush retains its fleeting grace,
But something deeper now the spirit wears.
The hasty judgments of a younger mind
Have softened now to empathy and grace.
The world's harsh lessons, carefully defined,
Have found their rightful, purposeful embrace.
No longer chasing visions, bright and bold,
But tending slow the garden of the soul,
A quiet strength, a story to be told.
The wisdom of the years takes its toll,
Yet, leaves behind a treasure to behold:
A heart that understands and makes us whole.
Knotted wounds
A whispered word, a shadowed, furtive glance,
A secret kept within the gilded cage
Of family pride, a delicate, cruel dance
Where truth is veiled upon life's fragile stage.
The portraits stare, impassive and austere,
As cracks appear within the polished frame,
And whispers rise, fuelled by unspoken fear,
Igniting gossip's ever-hungry flame.
A name is tarnished, honour gently bled,
As loyalties are tested, torn apart.
The web of kinship, carefully outspread,
Now tangled, knotted, wounds each beating heart.
The scandal breaks, and silence fills the air,
A legacy of shame, beyond repair.
A haunting question
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