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Screams from the rubble

Screams from the rubble Doesn’t the cries from Gaza make you fear?The call from heaven is truly near. Painting the streets red with blood,drenching pathways in a scarlet flood. Doesn’t your heart drown in sorrow?Isn’t your soul in grief, in endless borrow? Will you still be quiet?The children are only longing for a peaceful night. […]

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Another Year, Another Memory

Another Year, Another Memory The year fades into the past, slipping quietly into the vault of memories. It becomes another fragment—neither wholly forgotten nor entirely clear—just a mix of fleeting smiles, unshed tears, and echoes of conversations long ended. Each moment, once vivid, now softens into a distant haze, a reminder of choices made and

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The Vanishing Train

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The Vanishing Train Every year on the same night, passengers board the Midnight Express, a train with no destination. Tickets appear mysteriously on doorsteps. Witnesses claim the train vanishes into thin air as the clock strikes 12. Those who board are never seen again, except for one man who returned years later, whispering only one

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The Clockmaker’s Curse

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The Clockmaker’s Curse The old clockmaker worked tirelessly, creating timepieces that never ticked. His shop reeked of age, dust, and something unspoken. One evening, he disappeared, leaving a single clock running. Its hands moved backward, whispering a haunting melody. Those who hear it report strange visions of the past—memories that don’t belong to them. Who

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The Whispering Woods

The Whispering Woods Deep in the heart of the forest lies a clearing untouched by time. Locals call it the Whispering Woods, where trees seem to murmur secrets. Legend says a traveler once ventured in and never returned, leaving only a notebook behind. The pages? Empty, except for a single line: “The forest sees what

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Let’s Confess Love

Let’s Confess Love I long to confess my love,But words—oh, words—fail me.I search for a way,A gesture, a form, a perfect frameTo hold this aching truth inside me. A love letter, I think—But it feels too old, too worn,A relic of a time when hearts bled on paper,When ink could carry what the tongue could

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Euphoria

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Euphoria In the soft, sweet whispers, love has gently pushed,My heart surrendered to the sweetness hushed.The air I breathe has your musky essence,Roll in with the cool breeze and fondle my existence. Like fragrances of flowers and stormy rain,Breathe in my life and ease my pain.With one gentle glance, you bestow me strength,Your eyes lighten

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Echoes from the Sea

Echoes from the Sea ‘Neath the moonlit glow, the sea imparts,Wisdom in waves, to open human hearts.Live as the tides, in rhythmic grace,Embrace each moment, let life’s currents trace. In the vast expanse where horizons blend,Find solace, dear soul, let your spirit mend.Like waves, rise and fall, yet ever persist,A spiritually rich life, in each

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The Girl in the Mirror – Change

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The Girl in the Mirror – Change For days, a lingering sensation whispered of an imminent arrival, but I stubbornly disregarded its beckoning. Restlessly pacing within the confines of my chamber, my eyes were irresistibly drawn to the mirror adorning the bedside. From this distance, my reflection remained shrouded, casting an unsettling aura upon me.

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