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I chose the path with no clear name, No map, no prize, no quest for fame. Just wagging steps through fog and light, Each...

We walked not fast, nor far, nor wide—just paw in hand, with time our guide.No diamond rings, no grand café,just wagging...

The stage is set, the masks are worn,in bubbles thin, our truths are born.No walls are real, no crowns remain,just echoe...

A bowl of rice, a sip, a bark—the day ignites from morning dark.No palace feast or royal fare,just warmth and scent that...

A thousand things may call your name,but only one will light the flame.The noise will fade, the world will blur—when hea...

We walked the path with open eyes,then blinked and missed the shifting skies.The foam we lived, the breeze we knew,becam...

You cannot touch it, can’t contain,but still it lingers after rain.A laugh, a scent, a silent gaze,it floats through lif...

It’s not the bark that makes me grin,but something soft that stirs within.A word, a look, a sunset hue—they shake my sou...

No goal to chase, no path to chart,Just simple joy from dog's own heart.A bark, a breeze, a cola sip—These moments form ...

You chased the foam, you sought the prize,you barked beneath a thousand skies.But here you sit, and breath runs deep,the...