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Echoes of Liberation
The one who beheld the true beauty of darkness knows the vanity of the moth. The one who feels the pain of self and the pain of others knows the true depth of suffering. The one who succumbed to the allure of flight has seen the terror of fright. And the one who has nothing to lose is honored with the strength of the fight. The one who felt the depth of affection knows the emptiness it leaves behind. And the one who can sense the soil beneath their feet knows the essence of freedom. If this is what it…
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Colosseum of Time
I am aliveBreathing, laughing, loving,After years spent in shadowsAs a sick child clinging fear, and fight.Grateful for this fragile heartbeat,For the sunrise I never thought I’d see. I no longer chase the world,Nor care to please its fickle crowd.It’s okay to be oblivious,To stand alone inside truth.Let me be free from the weight of others,Their opinions, their fleeting praise. But still, things often makes me crossThe career, the grind,Responsibility that demand to protect who I love.We inherit no riches, no legacies,Only dreams of distant lands,Where I long to roam but need to earn.In this world, in this culture,The work is…
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A Kid with No Soul And Dogs That Were Soulful – Poem
A kid shunned and stoned by peers her age, Her name, a poet’s, who wished a world without outcasting cage.She spoke of kindness, yet was always shunned, But two four-legged angels, her heart they won. In 2007, they met as pups, their destinies intertwined from the start. One dark and beige, with coarse hair tufts. The kindest dog, she grew to be, and the favourite of god indeed… Another a round white fluff, like a polar bear, you see.With one blind eye, she stole her heart. She chose them to give her love so pure, And they returned it threefold,…
A Solivagant's Shoes 