life

Procession

Life is a journey, winding and wide,  
In stillness or travel, we stride.  
Each step we take, a part of the dance,  
In the grand procession, we find our chance.  

In one place or many, we seek our way,  
Marking time, making history’s clay.  
Through paths unknown or familiar lands,  
We carve our story with our own hands.  

In the tapestry of time, we find our thread,  
In this journey of life, by heart we’re led.  
Finding our place, in moments we see,  
A part of the whole, in harmony.
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Feelings

Wild thoughts soar like birds,  
And run like deer so free;  
Not ours to cage or claim,  
But to let them simply be.

In the mind, they dance unseen,  
Unlabeled, wild, and true;  
No law can bind their flight,  
No chains can hold their hue.

Think what your heart desires,  
In shadows of the mind;  
But know the weight of steps,  
On paths that actions find.
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Hurry


Begin with haste, the seeds you sow,  
A hurried start, no time to grow.  
The task unfinished, left behind,  
An unsatisfying end you’ll find.  


Patience crafts the perfect art,  
Steady hands and mindful heart.  
For in the pace you wisely choose,  
A finished work, no part to lose.
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