Poetry dedicated to a friend
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Ode to Rice and Curry
Rice and curry, dish of my childhood, Your delicious flavor, the essence of my country. Immaculate white rice, Colorful vegetables, Creamy sauce, Enchanting aroma. You transport me, To distant memories, To my family, To my roots. You remind me, Of the sweetness of life, The pleasure of simple things, The beauty of sharing. Oh, rice…
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The Mark of Time
The French Revolution When the Bastille fell, The people were freed, And the monarchy crumbled, Under the weight of time. World War I In the trenches of Verdun, Soldiers died by the millions, Victims of ambition, Of kings and tyrants. World War II The death camps, Symbols of horror, Saw millions of people, Disappear without…
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Pen and ink
Your pens are magic brushes, That paint fantastic worlds. Your words are masterpieces, Sculpted with care and dexterity. You are the architects of our dreams, The explorers of our thoughts. You guide us through the labyrinths of our emotions, And help us find our way. Your art is a gift to the world, A precious…
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The Secret of Life
Most people don’t know it, But life is a secret, A secret hidden in simple things, In the most ordinary moments. It’s in the sparkle of a child’s smile, In the warmth of a sunbeam, In the tenderness of a loving word, In the gentle touch of compassion. It’s in the splendor of nature, In…
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Rest or Inactivity?
When her head is empty, She sometimes feels guilty. She feels like she’s not doing anything, Of not being productive. But rest is important, For her body and mind. It allows her to recharge, To recharge her batteries. So, when her head is empty, She no longer feels guilty. She knows she’s resting, That she’s…
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The First Time
In the silence of the night, I dream of my first time. A unique and unforgettable experience, That will help me grow and thrive. Perhaps I’ll skydive, And feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, As I leap into the void, And fly freely through the air. Or maybe I’ll learn to play the piano,…
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In My Head
In my mind, a world unfolds, A tapestry of dreams and thoughts, A canvas of possibilities, Where anything is wrought. Through fields of emerald green I soar, Where butterflies dance and flowers bloom, I swim in seas of endless blue, Where mermaids sing and dolphins zoom. I climb the highest mountain peaks, Where clouds embrace…
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Symphony of the Night: Sicko Mode
In the dark kingdom where the night dances, Sicko Mode awakens, an infinite rhythm. The stars flash, the universe comes alive, To the sound of music, the soul abandons itself to the abyss. Travis Scott leads the way, powerful and strong, His words resonate like a treasure. Frantic beats shake the earth, A chaotic symphony,…
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