Noen Muti Poems

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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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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The sun slowly dimmed, leaving behind a sky painted with hues of orange and red, creating a solemn atmosphere on Golgotha Hill. There, a Redeemer of human souls hung on a wooden cross.

With love in His eyes, Jesus looked down, observing the crowd trying to grasp the meaning of His crucifixion. Among them was Mary, His mother, full of sorrow, and the disciples, bewildered and lost.
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The pillars sending signals to the earth's poles, home, grasslands, the roar of the rocky river on that bridge are memories. Some things become lessons. It's about how to hold gently. Caressing skin that starts to wrinkle. Through thousands of events, finally, there's a name that will remain in this heart, but no longer together. Like rain paintings on the window.

We will age as travelers who never tire. It's delightful to see you, and I never cease to be fascinated finding something, while at the same time you pursue something else. Like children among rows of blooming flower petals.
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I filled the void in someone's life until I was completely empty. They leaned on me, drawing strength and comfort, while I poured out everything I had. In the end, I was left drained and hollow, a mere shadow of my former self. The very act of giving, which once brought me joy, now left me with nothing but a profound sense of loss. It was then I realized, in order to truly help others, I needed to find a way to replenish my own soul first.
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If you forgets me,
I will not vanish into the dark,
Nor will I dissolve into the sea's roar.
I will remain, a quiet shadow,
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I fear to utter the wrong word,
Criticized from every corner, unheard.
And I fear to take the risk, selfishly I wish to refrain,
Do we have room for mistakes to sustain?
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