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I see the world, but don’t reply.I hear the noise, but let it die.No bark is needed to be seen.My silence speaks of wher...

The leash once held, but now is gone.Not torn by rage—just gently drawn.I stood, I paused, I felt the breeze,And walked ...

I don’t chase cars, I don’t chase fame,The wind still knows my silent name.I sniff the ground, then change my pace,No ra...

No breakfast bark, no dinner dash,I skip the bowl, but still feel flash.The breeze smells sweet, the world is clear,No f...

I trade a tick, I press, I wait,I stitch a shirt, I tempt my fate.I share a verse, I cast a coin—And still the bubbles a...

The shape of what you quietly called in.What if it wasn’t luck at all?What if you shaped it—without knowing you did?No s...

Not every day begins with light.Some mornings bloom from deepest night.No map, no push, no perfect plan—Just paws that m...

Some fears don’t bark. They sit and stay,Like dusk that won’t quite fade away.They walk with you, without a sound,Yet sh...

Not everything needs chasing down—The flow will find you, soft and sound.No need to try, no need to fight,You're gently ...

I heard a voice not from the sky,But deep within, where thoughts don’t lie.It spoke of stars, and dust, and time,Of path...