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The Girl Who Talks to Rain

  She loves the gentle summer rains, And chats with moonbeams, shares her pains, She mingles with the trees and breeze, And whispers secrets to the seas. People call her an introvert; it's true, But with her chosen few, she's talkative through and through, She builds a wall that some can't cross, A barrier that some might call a loss. Is she being attitude, or just protective of her life? Guarding her heart from worldly strife, The girl who finds her company in nature's grace, And in a small, close circle's warm embrace. A stranger to the distant, bustling crowd, Her voice in solitude is clear and loud, She dances with the wind, she sings with streams, And lives within her quiet, private dreams. What do I think? I think she's wise, With open heart and thoughtful eyes, She knows where true connections lie, Beneath the vast and starry sky. So let her talk to the moon and rain, And in her inner circle, she'll remain, A playful soul, both wild and free, Exactly ...

The Search and The Duty

    I wandered long through shadowed halls of thought, In search of something undefined and deep, A whispered promise that my heart had caught, A secret that the waking world would keep. Through seasons turning, under sun and rain, I followed echoes of a distant call, And felt the subtle, persistent refrain That seemed to beckon just beyond the wall. At last, I found it—what I sought was there, A clarity that settled in my soul, An answer to my unspoken prayer, A vision that could finally make me whole. But in that moment of discovery, A truth emerged, both stark and bittersweet: The timeline of this newfound clarity Was not my own, my present to complete. It shimmered in a future not yet born, A path that crossed not with my current way, A different dawn, a separate, distant morn, That asked of me a different kind of day. So with a sigh, I turned from what I'd found, And felt the weight of duty close at hand, A more immediate, pressing ground That here and now demanded I shou...