Art. Poetry. AI.
Ogre in the woods Pauses for a flower’s breath Softness in rough hands
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Last crumb leaves the hand Generosity tastes soft Sweetness shared is gone
Cactus in dry light Hoarding rain like a small vow Stillness with sharp arms
Fire in the eyes Burning passion in the heart Nothing can stop them
Modern life is fast We rush through every moment But where are we going?
Hope’s gentle flicker,Lighting the darkest path ahead.A brighter tomorrow.
Sparklehorse, you shine Like a star in the night sky Your music lives on
The world is not safe Violence, disease, and war We must seek the peace
Jumping in puddles Rainbow splashes on my feet Shallow joy is deep
Old record’s refrain, Scratches whispering the blues, Echoes of time’s grain.
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