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They say the grass is greener over there,Where skies are bluer and rivers sing clear,The hills all rolling emerald underfoot,No dust to bite, no sun like molten lava so brute.My heart aches with a wanderlust to roam,To swap this parched plain for a garden to call my home. But alas! That emerald promise may deceive,Thick
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In realms of night, where shadows bloom,She walks, a vision wrought of moon,With eyes that hold the starlight’s gleam,And lips that tempt a whispered dream. Her gaze, a raven’s wing unfurled,Entwines my soul, a captive world,Her voice, a siren’s lullaby,Lures me to depths where spirits lie. She wears a shroud of velvet black,Starlight kisses on
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In the open air, honesty flowsWhere real men, unbridled, let their tears composeAmid the vastness emotion growsTheir tears, like rivers, sweept through valleys and throes Under the sun’s gaze, in the noon’s bright lightReal men weep, an unashamed sightEach tear a testament to strength’s own heightIn the expansive fields of raw emotion’s might Oh, let
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In the haze of resolutions madeA fresh start, a path newly laidPromises echo, intentions portrayedYet the road is treacherous, fraught and frayed Gym memberships, a pledge to shed weightA diet begun with the best of stateBut as the days pass, the resolve abatesIn the face of temptation, determination deflates Financial goals, a budget to createBut
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Beneath the stars, a hopeful sigh,As the year bids its sweet goodbye,A lingering wish in the twilight sky,For a New Year’s Eve kiss, oh so high. Countdown begins, the clock’s embrace,A yearning heart in a quiet space,Anticipation paints a hopeful trace,For lips to meet in a tender grace. Confetti flutters, champagne in hand,In the crowd,
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Sunset paints the shore,Whispers of waves in soft sand,Peaceful horizon.
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In the year-end holiday craze,Families in festive arrays,With joy and with cheer,They gather each year,In merriment’s heartwarming haze.
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Beneath the sun’s warm, golden kiss,A sandy haven of tranquil bliss,The rhythmic waves, a soothing hiss,Beachful serenity, life’s gentle abyss. Bronzed grains beneath bare feet,Seagulls dance, a coastal beat,Ocean whispers, a melody sweet,Beachful reverie, where worlds meet. Tide-kissed shores in hues of blue,Seashells tell tales, both old and new,Footprints in the sand, a transient view,Beachful
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In holiday’s bustling embrace,Family gathers, now a familiar face,Yet, proximity breeds a subtle trace,Nerves that fray, breaking the delicate space. Around the table, where laughter once weaves,Closeness sometimes deceives,Tempers flare like autumn leaves,A dance of discord, as tension cleaves. Under twinkling lights and festive décor,Bickering whispers begin to soar,Quirks magnified, patience long wore,Love endures, somewhere
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In the aftermath of festive cheer,A hangover of indulgence near,Overeating’s heavy toll we now bear,A banquet’s aftermath is made quite clear. The stomach groans, a plaintive sound,A feast so grand, now left us tightly bound,Leftovers linger on sides around,A culinary joy, seemed so profound. The excess echoes in each sigh,A sluggish, overstuffed reply,Overindulgence meets our