Two hearts met beneath the institute's sun,
A boy, a girl—like lovebirds they took flight.
Rain called them out, a park where dreams began,
Bamboo's green shelter bore their secret light.
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The Sun once warmed the Moon's gentle face,
A love that danced between night and day,
But shadows grew, and time shifted pace.
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In halls of learning, voices fade away,
While power and promises brightly sway,
The youth now wander through uncertain light,
Still searching paths to make their future bright.
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Life moves slow,
Storms may rise,
Still hearts grow.
Roads may bend,
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In the garden of dreams I stand,
With hopeful heart and open hand.
I plant desires in silent skies,
And wait for joy to softly rise.
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In twenty-twenty-six the young still ran,
With folders, dreams, and borrowed plans,
Tier One arrived like a desert storm,
Tier Two froze hope in another form,
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Single is never my choice, I confess today,
Though smiles disguise the loneliness along the way.
At crowded feasts and festivals, I quietly stand,
Watching pairs walk together, hand softly in hand.
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The lamp still burns at midnight's call,
While weary shadows climb the wall,
Books lie open like battlefields wide,
Dreams and hunger stand side by side.
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Love knows no calendar, no wrinkle, no year,
Yet the world builds fences of judgment and fear.
A silver-haired woman is told to stand apart,
A seasoned man is mocked for following his heart.
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