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I don’t recall the coins I spent,But I remember where I went.The foam, the breeze, the mango air—A doghouse dream beyond...

I once chased dreams with loud demands,Gold in mind and maps in hands.But dreams grew soft when I slowed my pace,They me...

This year, the wheel begins to turn,With every bark, with every burn.I’ve chased the foam, I’ve watched it fade,But now ...

They say it's strange to rest so deep,To sip and stretch while markets sleep.A lounge, a pool, a sea so wide—All wrapped...

The lights reflect on water wide,As Cairo dreams just brush the tide.A drumbeat calls, a dancer spins—The foam begins wh...

A new year wakes without a sound,While softest foam still swirls around.No crown, no gate, no trumpet’s blow—Just cola f...

My seaside crate, they call a shack—But that’s my villa. I won’t look back.I sip my cola like it’s wine,The sun says “ri...

I die, I fall, then float again,In pools of foam and showered pain.I bark alone, then sip with pride,In saunas where my ...

Don’t scroll too fast—you might miss gold.It’s not a reel, it’s not that bold.No viral bark, no dancing feet,Just steady...

I stretch, I sniff, the breeze rolls by—No need to chase, no need to try.A quiet tune, a bite, a blink,Just doing what f...