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He looked at her from afar with a smile he couldn't hide,

The sunlight caught her laugh as he stood there full of pride.

For once, his heart felt light instead of lost in thought, Because the love of his life was everything he always sought.

And in that moment, happiness was all he felt.

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A man Stared far beyond the fading sky, And saw the future waiting in the distance. Through afraid, he walked toward it anyway.

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A boy sat quiet, lost in his mind, Searching for peace he could never quite find. His thoughts ran deep like waves at sea, Full of dreams who he'd be.

The stars looked down through the midnight blue, Hearing the wishes nobody knew. And though he smiled through every day, A thousand thoughts still pulled away

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flowers grow and don’t make noise,
They just sit in sun and air,
Looking calm without a care.

Peace is kind of like that too,
Simple, quiet, nothing new.

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The sky is blue most of the time,
Sometimes gray when clouds climb.
Water moves and doesn’t stay,
It flows and shines in its own way.

they both can be,
Wild and calm.

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The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;
No separate leaf or single blade is here-
All blend to one.

No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light
Rolls lazily. and slips again to rest.
There is no edged thing in all this night,
Save in my breast.

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The flowers bloom to
Draw the bees and play
With them when cool
Wind cascades down the
Hills and make them sway

The flowers bloom
To spread sweet essence
As birds with wide eyes
Enjoy their varied colors
Sitting on the green fence

The flowers bloom to
Shine in the soothing ray
Of the morning sun and
Sleep in peace with drooping
Heads at the end of the day

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Petals soft as morning light,

unfolding slow in sunny sight.

Like seniors now,

ready to bloom facing the world,

escaping the room.

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Red lights slow the morning rush,

A silver moon peaks through the gradient sky.

Yet another day awaits for a city of hustlers

The calm silent air fills my heart.

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the smell of gorgeous spring my music plays as I dream of purple petals and the sun beauty shining on me picturing pink summer.

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A city rests inside a smaller view,

Windows stacked beneath a quiet sky,

The world tilts softly in your hands,

As moments pass but never fully die.

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Sunlight slips between the leaves,

A glow that flickers, soft and bright,

Shadows dance without a sound,

Holding still the shape of light.

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Pink blooms glow bright in day,
The same fade soft at night.
Cars rush loud in light,
Shadows move slow in dark.
Same petals, different mood,
Life loud, then quiet.

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From sweaty palms to nerves crawling down his back.

From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.

As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light. Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.

There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name.

Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

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Bright lights greet the city as it awakens.

As there is no time to relax as the city's dreams are being chased by yellow taxis in crowded roads pass.

People chuckle while the music plays. Days that are sunny and cloudy.

Every street filled with different personalities, and street foods smelling delicious.

New York, A sturdy and audacious concrete jungle, filled with untold tales.

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From sweaty palms to nerves crawling down his back.

From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.

As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light.

Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.

There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name. Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

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Bright lights greet the city as it awakens.

As there is no time to relax as the city's dreams are being chased by yellow taxis in crowded roads pass.

People chuckle while the music plays. Days that are sunny and cloudy.

Every street filled with different personalities, and street foods smelling delicious.

New York, A sturdy and audacious concrete jungle, filled with untold tales.

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From sweaty palms to nerves crawling down his back.

From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.

As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light. Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.

There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name.

Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

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From sweaty palms to nerves crawling down his back.   From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.   As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light.   Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.   There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name.   Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

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From strangers to acquaintances, from acquaintances to friends.

Once never in-visioned the thought of being friends with you, now seeing each other as brotherly souls.

We laugh, we talk, we play, we argue, a bond so strong. Through thick and thin, a helping hand.

Our secrets safe beneath the trust, my best friend, my hidden bro.

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From strangers to acquaintances, from acquaintances to friends.  Once never in-visioned the thought of being friends with you, now seeing each other as brotherly souls.  We laugh, we talk, we play, we argue, a bond so strong. Through thick and thin, a helping hand.  Our secrets safe beneath the trust, my best friend, my hidden bro.

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Flowers are different

Flowers have different species

They come in different colors

They come in different shapes

They come in different sizes

But all flowers are beautiful in there own way just like people

People are beautiful no matter what just like flowers whether there dead or alives

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Bouquet of Flowers

All roses with colors in them

To be given to a loved one

Super pretty

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A moment caught, no time to

speak,

A frozen world in one small click.

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Big yellow Flower

Blue sky in the back

Blooming in the air

By the sky.

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Flowers bloom, the cold fades

away,

New life wakes with longer days.

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Orange Tulips swaying in a field of flowers, They have lips and teeth while the others dont. The Tulips connect like two lips

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The Keeper of Pages

He stands where stories breathe and shelves confess,

A shadow woven deep in ink and oak.

Dreadlocks like midnight rivers, quiet, blessed,

With secrets only silent pages spoke.

The books are waking—glowing soft and gold,

Their spirits rise in whispers made of light.

He listens, hands in pockets, calm and bold,

The quiet guardian of the endless night.

No sword, no crown, just presence deep and true,

A living verse among the written choir.

In this cathedral built of thought anew,

He holds the flame that never shall expire.

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Apple
a crisp bite
of sweetness
dripped in red.

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A rose begins as just a bud,

Deep in the gardens dark brown mud.

It opens wide to drink the light,

With red petals soft and bright.

But watch out for the thorns below,

That guard the flower as it grows.

Beauty always has a sting,

The sweetest, yet sharpest thing.

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Cleats hit the ground, the crowd gets

loud,

Heart and hustle make you proud.

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The core concept, plain to see, A subject's image, wild and free, But categorized, a color choice, Giving meaning, Finding voice. The option known, or passed aside, Where only one, now can reside 

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Slight breezes going through the trees allowing us to breathe. we all run through the bright sun

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Eyes
tiny galaxies
that say everything
without a word.

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shoes hangin,

over the city,

Im all about the fun ,

so come get with me

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Pixel Blossom Path

Beneath the blocky pink arcade glow,

Cherry petals rain in eight-bit snow.

A sidewalk quest through spring’s low-res dream,

Where vans and fences stand in pixel steam.

One step forward—level up the scene,

Eternal spring in this 8-bit green.

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Two paths entwined, a single stride,

Beneath the light< where dreams reside.

A whisper word, a knowing glance, Together life interacted dance.

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Blossom trees sway on a spring day slight breeze from the highway

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yellow flower,

looking like the sun,

im a senior ,

so this summer,

im going to have fun

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The hand carries an apple and a rose representing the beauty in nature two ways The health in nature The beauty in nature The hand that takes care of nature

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Soft light, Quiet pose

a moment caught between breaths, thoughts resting gently on thr edge of a smile

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Spring trees flowing happily in the breeze In the hot summer days watching time blow by

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hello daniel,

u look cute,

take off your mask daniel,

can you hear me,

am i on mute?

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soft flower,

none are chose,

red rum,

looking like a red rose

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Soft smile,

Shining bright,

Happy glow,

Full of light.

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A strong stare,

bold and true,

eyes show the real you.

Then a smile soft and bright,

turning darkness into light.

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Calm face,

Quiet mind,

Just sitting,

Feeling fine.

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Time moves softly, then too fast, Moments fade, but somehow last. Laughter echoes, lessons stay, Guiding footsteps on the way. Lines may form upon the skin, But deeper strength begins within. Dreams may shift, and so do fears, Shaped and softened by the years. You learn to hold what matters tight, And let go of each needless fight. For growing older, strange but true, Is just becoming more of you.

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Spring is when it starts getting warm again after it felt like winter would never end. flowers come back and people go outside more. it just feels better like everything is starting over

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In quiet laughs and borrowed time, In clumsy jokes that somehow rhyme, A steady hand when days feel long, A voice that turns the weak to strong. No need for grand or shining show, Just being there is all we know Through every high and every bend, The simple gift of calling “friend.”

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Golden light spills through the trees, Whispering softly with the breeze, Petals drift on rivers wide, Where quiet dreams and waters glide. Mountains hum in twilight air, Clouds like brushstrokes resting there, Every leaf and skyward hue Paints the world forever new.

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flowers are small but people still notice them. they grow quietly and don't need much attention there's a lot of different kinds and different colors. but they don't last much.

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nice smile,t

all boy,

long hair,

nice chain

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A handful of flowers in a quiet hand bright colors gathered for a passing moment They don’t ask to stay only to be seen while they are here Each petal holds its own small story simple and alive without trying to be more There is a calm in that kind of beauty something that doesn’t cling or demand Maybe the lesson is this to hold gently and let go just as gently

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Not every piece is meant to fit the same way, even if they’re part of the same picture, some edges don’t align, some corners stand out, and that doesn’t make them wrong. We spend so much time trying to shape ourselves into what looks easier, smoother, more accepted, forgetting that difference is what allows anything real to be built at all. Because in the end, it’s not the identical pieces that create something strong, it’s the ones that are different, holding their place without changing their shape.

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Sometimes the world feels fixed, like there’s only one way to see what’s right in front of us, but everything shifts the moment we choose to look at it differently. Like switching lenses, the same scene can hold a hundred meanings we didn’t notice before, details coming into focus only when we stop insisting on a single view. Maybe the point isn’t to be right the first time we see something, but to keep adjusting, keep turning,

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Flowers

Flowers represent many things

To some it might be death, celebration or love

There beautiful and meaningful

Flowers can just be just because or have purpose

In this case flowers represent the moon the sun and everything under it