Poems 🌼

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Stagnant

Moved a thousand miles
but not a slightest in the mind
Spoke a thousand times
But conveyed no thought of mine
Toiled a thousand hours
But not for dreams that were mine
Change is the law of nature
Yet here I am still feeling stagnant

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Bliss

Walking under the shining sun
crunching over the dry leaves

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Feel or do

Speak for yourself
Or speak for others
Make for myself
Or take from others
For I am not sure
If to find happiness within me
Or in the happiness of others