Poetry
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Life is a journey, a winding road,
With twists and turns, and moments to unfold,
A tapestry of joy, of love and of strife,
A precious gift, that's full of surprise,
A chance to grow, to learn, to thrive, and to shine. 0 reply
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I'm lost and shattered, like shards of glass
A reflection of what's left, after the past
Pieces of me, scattered all around
Hard to find my footing, on uncertain ground
My heart is heavy, weighed down with pain
A burden to carry, like a constant strain
I'm searching for solace, a place to hide
From the fragments of me, that I cannot deny
But even in brokenness, there's a chance to mend
To pick up the pieces, and begin again
To find a new wholeness, a new way to be
A new beginning, from the fragments of me. 0 reply
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An empty heart
An empty heart, a hollow space
Once filled with love, now a dark place
The warmth is gone, the light has faded
Leaving only shadows, a heart that's jaded
The beat remains, but the rhythm's lost
A lonely echo, a hollow cost
For love that's gone, and memories that sting
An empty heart, with tears that cling
But even in emptiness, there's room to grow
A chance to heal, and let love glow
For in the darkness, a spark remains
A light that flickers, a heart that sustains. 0 reply
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Robert Frost:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 0 reply
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