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A coin is tossed into the breeze,Not for the win, but mind at ease.The odds may shift, the numbers blur,Yet hope still w...

A bubble grows with want inside,It shimmers where the longings hide.Not all that barks is meant to chase,Some foam just ...

A price on dreams, a tag on time,They sell the bark, but not the climb.You chase the coin, it floats away—Yet wagging ta...

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...