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Not the bark, but breath between—A quiet pulse the eyes don’t see.No cheers arrive, no skies respond,Yet still I walk, b...

At home, I have my sacred seat,My coffee warm, my steady beat.The waves still crash behind the screen—So why do I chase ...

I chased the ball, but slipped instead—The grass was wet; I bumped my head.A bark too loud, a leash too tight,The timing...

A seat still warm, but not reserved—A winding path that stays uncurved.A folded napkin, not a throne—A gentle step when ...

A chair, a breeze, a patch of sun—No prize was claimed, no race was run.It cost no coin, it bore no tag,Just felt like p...

I ate alone, no photos shared,The seat was warm, the staff still cared.No trending dish, no perfect plate,Just soup that...

A bubble doesn’t rise to shout,It lingers in the quiet doubt.Not lost, not found, just in between—A space that floats wh...

I don’t rush meals or chase the clock,I leave some space between each walk.No need to fill up every part—The richest day...

They called it waste—I let it be.But five-star life breathes quietly.A door held open, flowers placed,No rush, no clock,...

A cola sip, the sunrise near,A quiet puff, the sea so clear.No grand parade, no golden light—Just morning calm before th...