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Prison of Repentance

Locked behind the iron bars, I stand alone, consumed by grief. The eerie silence of this place is unbearable, and the chains that bind...

Celebration of Rain

As the myrtle leaves its color on my hands, I call upon the rain to refresh these fields with its bliss. O clouds, let...

The Tune of Life

I play the notes in your eyes, each one striking a chord of serenity. In the silence of your gaze, I find the theme...

Worshipping Your Eyes

I play the notes in your eyes, each glance a melody, and in the serenity of your silence, I find the theme of my...

The Decree of Fate

My life is a stage, and I am but a puppet, my every move controlled by the unseen hand of fate—the ultimate authority. The...

The Last Rocked Cradle

The cradle still makes its sound, faint echoes of the past reverberating through the years. Memories spin in circles, each one tied to moments...