Us, at Dawn Morning comes the way your touch lingers on my skin, calm and gentle, afraid to wake the pain we keep between us. Light moves through my doubts like your touch, careful, aware of how fragile I am. As night loosens its long hold, your nearness teaches my lungs to breathe again. The […]
Mother: Our First Home
A mother’s love is the first home we ever know,
And the last place our heart will ever go.
She holds our hand for just a little while,
But holds our hearts through every mile.
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A Smile Full of Memories A friend once asked an elderly gentleman a simple question. “Why did you never marry?” “You are old now. You were kind. You were graceful. Surely, many women must have come into your life.” The wise, gentle man did not answer right away. He smiled-slowly. Not a happy smile. A
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Together, we walk towards the gates of a palace that breathes and listens. It is alive, as if it has grown from our longing. Ruby light spills across its stones, each shaped by the quiet fire of our love, polished by all the moments we dared to believe in forever. The doors do not wait
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A Smile on a Village Evening Today, I am an old man. I have lived many years in this land of coconut trees, slow rivers, and quiet evenings. Life has shown me joy and pain, gain and loss. But one memory stays alive in my heart. It happened in my village, many years ago.
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Sure, My Time will Come Dear young friends, Today, I want to speak to you about something very simple.Yet, something compelling. It is about patience and waiting. All of us wait at some point in our lives.You wait for good marks.You wait to become strong.You wait for your dream to come true.You wait for your
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When Death Spoke to Life Death once asked Life,“Why do they run toward you,and turn their faces from me?” Life lowered its eyes and said,“Because I dress myself in promises.I whisper tomorrow.I let them believe there is time.” “And you?” Death asked. “I arrive,” said Death,“without lies.I take nothing that was not already fragile.” They
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A Quiet Reflection At dusk, the mud road lies empty.I have walked it many times,barefoot once, hurried later, and slowly now. A jeep passes.Its sound is rough, brief.For a moment, dust rises,as if the road itself has something to say. Then the jeep is gone.The dust settles.The road becomes what it always was. This is
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A Quiet Reflection When the village sleeps,I notice things I never did when I was young. In my younger days, nights were filled with plans.Work. Worries. Tomorrow.Now, when the house grows quiet,I sit and listen. The palm leaves still move in the dark.They have been there longer than me.They have seen many people come and
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Moon, Keep Our Secret Oh! Gentle moon that keeps our vigil bright,You lean so close to hear our whispered flame;Please guard these vows you gathered through the night,And seal them safe from morning’s curious name. Do not betray the warmth upon our skin,Nor spill the hush that learned our secret tone;Do not let the sun
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