In the depths of my soul,
A darkness consumes,
Whispers of doubt and woe,
Echoes of past fumes.
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The sun sets, a fiery ball
Beneath the horizon's call
The world grows still, a hushed refrain
As shadows lengthen, one by one
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In the month of November, when the air turns crisp,
And the leaves fall gently, like a lover's whispered kiss,
The land is still dry, with no sign of rain,
Yet my heart yearns for it, like a sweet refrain.
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Beneath the surface of my being,
Lies a world that's yet to be seen,
A canvas of emotions,
A symphony of thoughts unspoken.
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God, all of my days
In Your presence, I'll stay
You guide me with love and grace
In Your arms, I find solace and embrace
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In every breath you take,
And every step you make,
God's presence echoes,
A gentle whisper in your heart.
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In the station of dreams, a train takes flight,
Tracks of stardust, a celestial sight.
Whistles of angels, echo through the air,
Bound for heaven, a journey so rare.
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As twilight falls on the fading year,
Whispers of memories draw near.
A tapestry woven with joy and strife,
Each thread a chapter in the book of life.
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December whispers softly,
A promise of home,
Faster than seasons past,
My heart begins to roam.
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In the cosmic dance of vast expanse,
We're but dust in the universe's trance.
Humans and Earth, grains so small,
In the grand tapestry, we stand, enthrall.
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