Monday, July 21, 2025

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I know not of what the future holds,
I know not of the meaning of the past,
I only know of now,
But not of the journey ahead...
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Markus Rosario
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Annalee Somerville 17 August 2025

This poem carries the ache of devotion so gently, like holding a flame in cupped hands. The longing for her, the dream of being one, feels sacred and timeless. Whether she knows or not, your words make her real. And that's the power of poetry: to give form to hope Beautiful write.

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