Mamacita😍☔️ 🎭
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The weight you carry, let it go,
Mistakes are seeds where wisdom grows.
The past has passed, it cannot change,
But peace is near, though it feels strange.
Be kind, be gentle, let love in,
Forgiveness starts where you begin.
No need to fight, no need to flee—
Set yourself free, just let it be. 4 replies
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Beneath the earth, where shadows sleep,
A silent story begins to seep.
The grave, a cradle of dreams unspoken,
Holds shattered lives and bonds once broken.
Its mouth, a doorway carved in stone,
Speaks of journeys taken alone.
Yet in its silence, truths are told,
Of fleeting youth and hearts have grown cold.
A garden of time, where memories bloom,
Each flower a life, each scent a doom.
Its soil drinks tears, its roots entwine,
The hopes and fears of the mortal spine.
The grave is a book with no last page,
A stage for spirits, a timeless cage.
It gathers all—both kings and slaves—
And keeps their secrets in its waves.
But not all is somber, not all is still;
The grave surrenders to life's will.
For seeds of legacy sprout and thrive,
Even as bodies cease to survive.
So let the grave not whisper fear,
But echo love for those held dear.
For beneath its weight, we find our place,
A fleeting mark in time’s embrace. 2 replies
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The River’s Journey
Life, a river winding free,
Through valleys deep, to endless seas.
It starts as drops on the mountain's crest,
A gentle stream, a quiet quest.
Through jagged rocks, it leaps and roars,
Facing cliffs, uncharted shores.
Yet every fall, each tumbling cry,
Carves a path where dreams can lie.
It kisses the roots of ancient trees,
Gathers whispers from the breeze.
Each bend, a choice, a tale untold,
Each wave, a treasure, is more than gold.
The sun may glisten on its face,
Or storms may darken its embrace.
Yet still it flows, through shade and light,
Guided by the stars of night.
For life, like rivers, cannot stay—
It moves, it bends, it finds its way.
And at the ocean’s open door,
It joins the All, forevermore. 2 replies
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The Silent Door
A quiet wind stirs the fading light,
Whispering secrets to the coming night.
A threshold stands where shadows blend,
Not a wall, but a gentle end.
No clang of locks, no jarring sound,
Just soft earth and sky unbound.
The door swings wide, not dark, not grim,
But painted with stars that are softly dim.
The river flows, its waters deep,
Cradling dreams in eternal sleep.
The moon above casts its silver thread,
A tapestry woven for the silent dead.
Yet, death’s no thief, no cruel hand,
But a guide to a promised land.
A mirror where life’s glow persists,
A passage where the soul exists.
In the quiet of the shadow’s embrace,
There lies no fear, no time, no race.
Only echoes of love, softly spun,
A reunion with the stars, the moon, the sun. 2 replies
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