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If only I could

If only I could catch the fading light,

And hold it fast within my trembling hand,

To banish shadows of the coming night,

And paint the world with gold across the land.

If only I could mend a broken heart,

And weave the scattered pieces into whole,

To play a healing, empathetic part,

And ease the burden pressing on the soul.

If only I could silence doubt and fear,

That whisper softly, poisoning the mind,

And let the voice of courage ring so clear,

A stronger, bolder truth for me to find.

But dreams are fragile, and the world is cold,

And “if only” stories must remain untold.

A heartless measure

The city whispers laws of stone and steel,

That doom the strays, the lost, the hungry-eyed.

A heartless measure, callous hearts conceal,

As lives are forfeit, dignity denied.

Do we forget the loyalty they give,

The comfort offered in a lonely hour?

Are gentle waggings now no cause to live?

Is kindness lost to legislative power?

These creatures, born perhaps to luckless fate,

Deserve compassion, shelter, and a chance.

Not cruel indifference that seals their gate,

And ends their story in a vacant trance.

Let mercy guide us, break this wicked chain,

And offer hope, before they die in vain.

A guiding light

A guiding light, a spark within the soul,

A teacher stands, with wisdom in their eyes.

They plant the seeds of knowledge, make us whole,

And help our hidden talents to arise.

No rote memorization, dry and cold,

But passion breathed in every word they speak.

A tapestry of stories, new and old,

They weave, and for connections, always seek.

They challenge us to question, to explore,

Beyond the boundaries that we thought we knew.

They open doors we never saw before,

And paint a brighter, more inspiring view.

For such a teacher, we are truly blessed,

Their inspiration is a lifelong test.

Good morning, world!