Savva Emanon

In shadows cast by time's relentless hand,
Where whispers of the past and future blend,
I tread a path few hearts can understand,
In solitude, where weary spirits mend.
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A love so deep, the universe cannot contain,
In realms where stars and galaxies remain.
Beyond the stretch of time, in endless night,
It shimmers like the moon's eternal light.
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In shadows cast by judgments, walk unshaken,
For whispers of others hold no claim on thee.
Be the wellspring where your joy awakens,
A lighthouse steadfast by your own decree.
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In the quiet of twilight, when thoughts softly stray,
I find myself often in a curious delay.
The train of my musings, swift and free,
Embarks on its journey, sometimes without me.
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I have walked through evenings bent with silence,
where the hush of the streetlamp hums my name,
a hero, perhaps, in the whisper of one,
a villain in the frown of another.
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(Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson's words)

Write it on your heart, a golden decree,
Each day a jewel, let it glimmer free.
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Awake, dear soul, as the dawn softly calls,
Through the veil of the night, the light gently falls.
With whispers of purpose, the morning begins,
A sacred refrain from the depths within.
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When the weight of the world wraps tight round your chest,
And the days blur with ache, with no time to rest.
When the mind is a maze, and the breath feels thin,
And life drums too loud beneath trembling skin.
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I do not know what waits beyond
This pale horizon's shifting seam,
The road is fog, the stars are gone,
Yet still I follow some old dream.
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They said,
"I don't want to be like my parents."

As if blood were a prophecy.
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In the quiet whispers of a weary heart,
Where shadows of struggle often take their part,
Let this day be what it may, with all its weight,
For even in the darkness, there's no rush to hate.
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In the twilight of tender moments,
Take the long way home, where the heart can roam,
Through the winding paths of love's vast plains,
Where every glance and touch sustains.
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In the quiet chambers of your soul,
Where shadows of doubt begin to creep,
You find yourself your fiercest foe,
A battle waged in the silence deep.
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In the grand tapestry of life, we often chase
The far-flung corners, the fleeting embrace,
Believing that fullness is found in the flight,
In the reckless abandon, in love at first sight.
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I am but a fleeting phrase, a sentence in your tome,
A whisper in your journey, where countless voices roam.
Yet, in my quiet brevity, a universe took flight,
Filling shelves of boundless thought in the corridors of night.
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Pain is not a fleeting shadow,
nor a thief that steals in the night.
It settles deep, like roots in earth,
clutching marrow, dimming light.
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Tender thread that binds the heart so tight,
Yet loosens in the quiet of the night.
A trembling breath, a raw, unguarded gaze,
Where shadows dance in vulnerability's haze.
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Those clouds of life, how they gather near,
Carrying whispers of joy and fear.
Billowing dreams in the vast unknown,
Soft as a sigh, or sharp as a stone.
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All the hidden wounds will heal one day,
like whispers lost in morning's ray.
The silent ache, the uncried tears,
will vanish with the passing years.
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A child's cry splits the midnight air,
shattered glass, the scent of despair.
The streets once humming with songs and trade
now echo with the ghosts war has made.
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