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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...

When all is calm and still and wide,No footsteps left, no tide to ride.The wave begins without a sound,Not in the sky, b...

based on “The Star” and “Eight of Pentacles”A star appears in silent skies,Its shimmer soft, yet truly wise.Each pawstep...

Above the streets where cold winds bite,A lounge aglow with soft, warm light.Bordeaux flows and plates delight,In golden...

Beside the trains of Sapporo's gate,A campus vast, serene and great.The poplar trees guard with ancient grace,Each foots...

Move your paws, release the weight,Sweat the thoughts you used to hate.In every punch, in every stride,The storm inside ...

A spark within, too small to see,Still keeps the soul from sinking deep.Not every fire must scorch the skies,Some simply...

Inside one cell, the stars still spin,Ten quadrillion lights dance deep within.A trillion more repeat the rhyme—A body b...

The winds are still — but not for long.Rest your paws, stay soft, stay strong.Your bark is quiet, but your fire’s alive,...