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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In the stillness of night,
When the world slumbers deep,
I find solace in the quiet,
As I watch the clock creep.
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In the depths of the jungle,
Where the sun barely shines,
I embarked on an adventure,
That would change my life forever.
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In the distance, a whisper of hope
A promise of rain, yet to be told
The sky remains blue, unbroken
As the earth waits, parched and alone
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In the beginning, when God spoke to Hosea,
He commanded, 'Go, wed a woman of harlotry,
And bear children of harlotry, for the land
Is given to harlotry, forsaking Me.'
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In the stillness of the night,
When stars twinkle bright,
A whisper in the wind,
Brings peace to troubled mind.
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In a world of fleeting moments,
I search for a place to belong,
A place where time stands still,
Where songs never fade and moments never go wrong.
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Only a fool rushes,
you said—chasing the wind, reaching for twilight's hue.
But what of love that arrives unbidden,
when eyes meet by chance, without signal, without intention?
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I stay awake all night just to tell myself that I am fine.
I'm okay...
Everything will be alright...
I'm not depressed...
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Fading footprints in the sand,
Erased by the wind, yet still whispering.
Of paths that don't always run straight,
But lead the soul to its intended place.
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When you are away,
The wall clock chimes its piercing, lonely rhythm
The window gazes back, soft just like your eyes
The breath of the sky remains as deep and blue as ever
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We are the verses cloaked in roadside dust,
left lying silent at the edge of dusk,
unraveled by the fleeting hands of time,
slowly fading within the interlude.
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I seek you only in the quiet,
one whose soul knows the ascent of prayer.
Whose eyes will someday brightly gleam,
proud to cradle the little breaths
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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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