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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...

No gold today, no planes to board,just breeze and foam I can’t afford.Yet still I sit with tail so still,for peace has s...

A breeze will speak when words are gone,in quiet light, the soul lives on.No need to shout, no race, no claim—just peace...

Time doesn’t pause, or knock, or wait—it drips and floats, both soon and late.You cannot hold, nor chase, nor fix,just t...

I watched myself then shaped the view,in bubbles soft and meanings new.I played the part, then wrote the line,and sipped...

A room with sun and quiet air,where palm trees dance without a care.The pool reflects a cloudless sky,as time just melts...