Noen Muti

In the depths of my soul,
A darkness consumes,
Whispers of doubt and woe,
Echoes of past fumes.
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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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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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Welcome to the haven of the introverted soul

Here, take a moment to savor your solitude.
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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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Life is a book,
A tale yet untold,
Each page a chapter,
In this story we're told.
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In the depths of my heart,
Where memories reside,
I ponder on times past,
And wonder if I should abide.
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In the fleeting moments of time,
Love blooms like a fragile flower,
Its petals soft and delicate,
In a world that's forever colder.
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In the hustle and bustle of life,
We often forget to pause and
breathe,
But in the eyes of a perfect
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In the depths of my heart,
A yearning grows ever strong,
A longing that won't depart,
A hunger that won't be wronged.
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The sun descends, a fiery ball
Its rays a dance, a final call
The sky ablaze, a symphony
A grand finale, a masterpiece
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I write this letter to remind you
Of the beauty that lies within,
The strength you possess, the
light you carry,
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In the depths of my heart,
A flame burns bright and true,
For a girl I've come to adore,
My heart beats for her anew.
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Still I Rise

In the face of adversity,
I stand tall and unyielding,
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In the stillness of my soul,
I find solace in the quiet.
The world outside may clamor loud,
But here, I am content to be mute.
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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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In a world where the ivcmpossible seems to abound,
I am the antithesis, the one who's unbound,
Where doubt and fear grip tightly, I remain unscathed,
For I am the embodiment of the unconquered and brave.
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Rain falls heavily,
But no longer brings any use,
For the trees that have long died.
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In this barren land,
I am a restless soul,
Longing for the rain that never comes,
A memory of times gone by.
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