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A sip, not a flood, to calm the mind.A bite, not a feast, to keep aligned.Chasing more may blur the view,But just enough...

The sky turns gold,another day ends.I sip the hush,where silence mends.No throne, no crown,no race to win—just breath, j...

A sip of light, a morning seat,Slow walks where sky and sidewalk meet.One bark, one breeze, the world feels wide,A plate...

I sit, aware, the frame is mine,I sniff the script between each line.Lights shift, the world begins to play,But I choose...

I own so little, yet feel so much.A breeze, a breath, a coffee touch.I ask for less, receive what's right—A beam of sun,...

I chase no gold, I chase no fame,Just bubbles rising, none the same.They float, they shine, then fade away,Like thoughts...

If I were rich, what would I chase?Not gold or fame, but quiet space.A place to nap, a breeze to feel,A life that's slow...

I dine at dusk, not when I’m told.I choose my walk, despite the cold.My bed must face the moon just right,I bark at star...

I choose my spot before I sleep.The blanket’s fold must not be cheap.My bowl must face a certain way,And walks begin at ...

A breeze that knows the scent of spring,Soft petals fall, yet say everything.No ticket bought, no plan in hand,Just paws...