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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the vast field of beings, some are stars that cast kindness, Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy from within. They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure essence, While others, with kindness veiled under the leaves of the heart, offer hesitantly. They are generosity incarnate, with palms open to the sky, Even when the heavens are empty, asking nothing in return. They do not pretend we understand, breathing streaks of color into us, That penetrate the veins of life, turning macadam into a silk path. They are luminous beacons; in turbulent times, they are our anchor, And perhaps we are, too, shelter for a moment in this ballet of fate. Then the storm passes, and every one hoists sails to catch another wind, New paths on the horizon, while desires flicker behind like light on waves. They are the ones who ignite light in unknown depths, Awakening in the soul what it forgot it could shine: Hope, joy, the thin, magical thread of an unreal connection, Silent proofs that souls can communicate more than the spoken word. Beside them, we find peace, stringing thoughts like beads on a thread, And the heart, like a calm ocean, forgets to ripple in the tumult. These people, whom we discover not with eyes, but with the whole being, Though we strive, we cannot forget them, for their imprint has shaped us. With very few we resonate in the absolute, in perfect harmony, And the ones found must be kept, not to let them slip away For they are our solace, the bitter balm of our days, We are the clay of the same soul and the hearth of the same inner flame.
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