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Waxing Crescent Moon in August l Rami Ammoun

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In the realm where moonbeams play, And dreams are born at break of day, Blissful life, more than it seems, Treads the line 'tween wake and dreams.

Glowing lanterns dance on night’s edge, Casting shadows over the hedge, Golden fireflies in twilight’s dance, Whispering secrets of love and chance.

Waterfalls of silver and jade, Where time's worries begin to fade, Mysteries hidden in forest’s embrace, Life's enchanting, ever-twisting chase.

Velvet nights, star-studded skies, Echoes of ancient lullabies. Magic breezes that secrets confide, Drawing one to the universe wide.

Moonlit dances and sun-kissed mirth, Celebrate life's unmeasured worth. Beyond the mundane, into the unknown tide, Dwells the wonder of a blissful life's ride.

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In the heart of the storm we'll journey on, Braving tempests fierce, from dusk till dawn. Facing every challenge with courage that won't wane, Undeterred, unyielding, amidst the rain.

Each step may seek to break our spirit's flight, Every gust, a test of our collective might. Yet together we'll march, come what may, With every hurdle, stronger, we’ll sway.

The path ahead might be shrouded in night, With shadows casting doubts, stealing light. But your love shines like a steadfast star, Guiding us home, no matter how far.

Amid the chaos, the turmoil, the rife, When all seems adrift, lost in the strife, Remember our hearts, unwavering and true, Find solace in a bond that time can't undo.

For in the warmth of your enduring embrace, We find strength, purpose, a saving grace. A beacon in the storm, steadfast and bright, Your love is our anchor, our guiding light.

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I yearn to live freely, as the butterflies do, Dancing with the breeze, vibrant and true. Soaring the skies like an eagle, so high, Above worldly concerns, where dreams never die.

Gliding over mountains, rivers, and seas, Embracing the world with a heart at ease. Where borders don't bind, and spirits can roam, In the vast open sky, I'd find my true home.

Every sunset a canvas, every dawn a new song, In this boundless freedom, is where I belong.

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Moonlight paints a story, a tale of our yore, When our hearts danced, and love was the core. Through the seasons we journeyed, winds high and storms we'd endure, Yet somewhere along the way, the lines began to blur.

The melodies we composed, the future we'd eagerly explore, Turned to silent notes, and dreams we no longer store. We were anchors for each other, a bond so pure, Now just drifting ships, seeking new shores to moor.

Every night I wish upon the same star we once did, too, Hoping the universe might bend, our pathways to renew. But as dawn approaches, reality cuts through, Wide awake, still thinking, how strangers we grew.

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Indeed, life can present us with countless challenges and obstacles that seem insurmountable. But we should always remember that these trials are not meant to break us, but to make us stronger. They are a part of our journey, shaping us into who we are and who we are becoming. It's in these moments of struggle that we discover our true resilience and capacity for growth. Each hardship is an opportunity to learn, evolve, and ultimately transcend our past limitations.

In the face of adversity, we must always hold our heads high, not because the world owes us anything, but because we owe it to ourselves. We have the power within us to persevere and to prevail. Our worth isn't determined by the troubles we face, but by how we respond to them. We need to find courage in our despair, hope in our darkest hours, and strength in our vulnerability.

So let us not be disheartened by the trials of life. Instead, let us embrace them with courage and determination, knowing that they are not permanent, and that the sun will rise again. After all, it's often the deepest valleys that lead us to the highest peaks.

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What's with November?

November is a mystery to me, a question my subconscious persistently poses. A nocturnal dream about a month, bereft of memories, it teases and torments my waking thoughts. Yet, a solitary date rises like a beacon from the fog of uncertainty - November 23.

It was on this day, amid the bare and stark beauty of late autumn, that a life was kindled, a life that spanned twenty-three years. Her life, a rich tapestry woven with threads of exuberant joy and heart-wrenching sorrow, complex patterns of triumph and trial. Her existence, much like the relentless cycle of seasons, had its fair share of sunshine and storm, yet it remained profoundly beautiful in all its hues.

It was her, her life, her spirit that taught me to dream. Before her, I was like the silent earth, unawake to the promise of seeds hidden beneath its surface. But her influence, much like the gentle, persistent touch of spring rains, brought forth a profusion of dreams, a vibrant garden of aspirations within me.

Memories of her are still as vivid, as dew-kissed as the morning leaves of Yggdrasil, the tree of life in Norse mythology. Each recollection is a precious pearl, a moment in time forever immortalized, treasured within the deepest chambers of my heart.

Our shared moments are not just nostalgic reminiscences, they are sacred relics. They represent not just our shared past, but a part of my very being, my identity. And so, each November, each dream, serves as a solemn reminder, a pilgrimage to the sacred place within my heart where her memory dwells. This is the essence of November, the significance of this mysterious date - a celebration of her life, her influence, and the indelible imprint she left on the canvas of my existence.

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We will create a ripple, a little echo on a vast ocean. A tiny pebble flung into the infinite expanse of water, disrupting the stillness, instigating a series of ever-widening circles. As an echo resounds through a vast canyon, so will our actions reverberate through the expanse of time and space. Each ripple, each echo, a testament to our existence, our efforts, our dreams.

Even if the pebble is small, even if the echo is soft, their influences are not confined to their size. They spread, they resonate, they touch corners far and wide. From one end of the ocean to another, from one peak of the canyon to another, our small actions, our tiny ripple, our little echo will dance, will sing, will speak of a change.

In the grand scheme of the universe, we may be but a fleeting whisper, a transient ripple. But even a whisper can be heard, even a ripple can create waves. We shall create these ripples and echoes, not with the ambition to shatter the ocean or to resound over the mountains, but with the hope that our small act of throwing the pebble, of voicing the echo, might inspire others.

And thus, the ripple becomes a wave, the echo becomes a chorus. We join together in a symphony of change, amplifying each other’s efforts, reaching farther than we ever could alone. Together, we will create not just a ripple, not just an echo, but a mighty current in the vast ocean, a resounding anthem in the infinite expanse. Each ripple, each echo, a testament to our shared vision and collective effort.

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Weather patterns are ever-changing; one day is sunny and bright, the next could be stormy and gray. This continual transformation of the skies mirrors our human emotions. We experience highs and lows, periods of joy, and intervals of sadness. The current gloomy state you're experiencing is much like a clouded sky after a heavy rainfall.

Clouds, in essence, are temporary. They might stay, change form, or dissipate, making way for the sunlight. So too are our emotional states. They can linger, change shape, or eventually give way to lighter, more positive feelings. It's essential to remember this transitory nature of our feelings, especially during trying times.

Sometimes, it's the most challenging times that offer the most profound lessons and insights. We learn about our strength, our resilience, and our capacity to endure. It's during these times that we develop deeper empathy and understanding, not only for ourselves but for others as well.

The gray sky you're witnessing now might seem unending, but the sun is still there, waiting for the right moment to emerge and brighten the world once again. It's an implicit promise of hope, signaling that even in the gloomiest times, there's a brightness that's yet to come.

And while we wait for that brightness to reveal itself, we can seek solace in life's small pleasures. The warmth of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the pages of a well-loved book, the laughter shared with a friend, the solace of music that understands our mood, or the therapeutic rhythm of a long walk. These little moments of joy can be our personal sunrays breaking through the gloomy sky, reminding us that light, hope, and happiness still exist and are within reach.

The waiting period can be challenging, but it's also a time for growth and self-reflection. It's an opportunity to learn to be patient with ourselves, to understand and acknowledge our emotions, to lean into the discomfort and come out stronger on the other side.

The sun always rises after a storm, painting the sky with hues of hope. Your emotional landscape, like the sky, will not remain gray forever. This period of gloom you're going through is merely a chapter in your story, not the whole book. The sun will shine on you again, casting away the shadows of doubt, sadness, and despair. Hold on to this truth and remember: after every storm, there is a calm. The sun will be revealed.

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We are but specks, infinitesimal fragments of stardust, scattered delicately upon the verdant canvas of Earth from the celestial infinity above. We emerge from cosmic dust and energy, born of a universe that is vast beyond our humble comprehension. Each of us is an echo of ancient supernovae, our atoms formed in the fiery crucibles of long-vanished stars.

The cosmos, in its timeless wisdom, has danced an intricate ballet of galaxies and nebulae, planets and stars, aligning itself with exquisite precision to cultivate the delicate conditions needed for life to exist. This cosmic alignment is not a mere accident of chance, but a harmonious symphony echoing across the vast reaches of space and time, a symphony that has brought you into existence, exactly where you are, right at this very moment.

This orchestration is not simply magic, as if conjured by a sleight of hand or a whimsical incantation. No, it is far more profound, deeper in meaning and greater in magnitude. It is a divine gift, a testament to the grandeur of the universe, carefully crafted and bestowed upon us by the celestial architect. It is a manifestation of the cosmic order, a melody composed in the language of stars and galaxies, playing an opus of existence, where every note resonates with the beat of life.

We are children of the cosmos, born of starlight and cosmic dust. We are recipients of this divine gift, participants in this grand cosmic ballet, witnessing the universe as it unfolds its secrets. We are the universe experiencing itself, a testament to the divine beauty and complexity of existence. We are the melody in the cosmic symphony, the story written in the stardust, the dream dreamt in the depths of the cosmos.

So, let us look up at the stars and marvel at our existence, let us celebrate the cosmic lottery we've won, and live each day with gratitude, appreciating the precious, fleeting moments that make up our lives, understanding that each one of us is a miracle, a gift from the divine architect, a unique verse in the universal song.

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Sky's crying again, dropping tears on our roof, You can hear its sadness, if you need any proof. Each tear-drop's a story, each rumble a sigh, Look, even the universe isn't too proud to cry.

It's strange, you know, how rain feels like relief, The sky sharing its burdens, kind of like grief. But every single droplet that comes tumbling down, Helps to rinse off the worries from our little town.

So, let's sit back, listen to the sky's tears, Maybe there's some wisdom we haven't heard in years. Because every time it rains, it's just the sky's way, Of saying, 'I feel you', in its own quiet, gentle sway.

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Life is a vast, complex tapestry woven with threads of joy, sorrow, achievement, loss, and growth. Every experience we have, every person we encounter, leaves a unique impression on us that shapes our lives and forms our identities. Our time in this world can sometimes feel like a drain, with the vibrant colors of our experiences seeming to fade as we move farther from them in time. But it is important to remember that every experience, no matter how ephemeral, adds a unique shade to the canvas of our existence.

Precious moments and memories serve as our private treasure, a secret trove that we can dip into whenever we wish. They are the fabric of our lives, imbuing our journey with meaning and emotion. These are the moments that make us laugh, make us cry, and most importantly, make us human. They remind us of who we are, where we come from, and often, where we want to go.

Our life's purpose, then, is not merely to exist but to live fully, to create these precious moments and memories. It is to acknowledge the transience of life yet immerse us in every experience it offers. As we navigate the ebbs and flows of life, we should not forget to cherish each moment, because even when life drains us and our memories fade, they still hold the power to bring a smile to our faces and warmth to our hearts.

Life, with its temporal nature, teaches us the importance of time and the value of moments. As the saying goes, "We do not remember days, we remember moments." And these moments, however faded they become, form the rhythm of our existence, our very personal symphony in the waltz of life.

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In the hidden chambers of his memory, a specter sways - a figure bathed in the colors of youthful days, bearing an allure that outshines the dying embers of light. There was a moment when she presented a mirror that cast a reflection not of his own, but of another, relegating him to the whispering shadows.

Time, the universal healer, conducts its ceaseless symphony. Yet beneath the relentless rhythm, a melody of unrequited love persists, resonating with the poignant notes of a pale blue sunset. He has traversed the breadth of diverse gardens, casting seeds of new affection into the fertile soil of his heart. Yet it's her bloom, as radiant as the day's last blush, that persists amongst the verdant labyrinth, its vibrancy unyielding.

She visits him often in the realm of dreams, a silken phantom pirouetting in joyful rhythm against the canvas of twilight. Yet, with every dawn, reality extends its stern hand, pulling him from the dance, the harmonious echoes of his nocturnal ballet gradually fading into silence. Caught between the realms of dreams and wakefulness, he finds himself yearning for a confluence of both, as they do in the merging hues of a setting sun.

Underneath the layers of artifice, an irrefutable truth throbs, a stubborn flame performing a defiant dance against the gales of denial: his heart still pulses in time with her rhythm. Ahead lies a crossroads - to persist in this twilight waltz or step boldly into the pale blue sunset, bracing against the icy memory of past rejection.

Navigating the labyrinth of her heart, his compass wavers. Is she swaying to another's melody, or does she dance alone amidst the gathering twilight? He clings tightly to a bouquet of uncertainties and a resonant melody of affection that sings as intensely, as vividly, as phantasmally as when it first echoed in the silent chambers of his universe.

Hidden within the folds of these uncertainties, however, a wish blossoms – a wish as delicate as a sunset's sigh, as fervent as a sunrise's first light. A wish to stand by her, to match his steps to hers in the dance of life. It's not only her rhythm that his heart mirrors, but also a quiet yearning— an aspiration to weave their separate melodies into one harmonious symphony.

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The dawn of understanding strikes me with the force of a revelation, as blinding as a sunbeam cutting through the silhouettes of my clouded thoughts. This longing, this desire, this hunger—it isn't for a better version of myself, but for you. My unquenched thirst for you had been hidden behind a facade of self-improvement, like a shapeshifter concealed within its own illusion.

This life seems a puzzle, where I've been erroneously filing down my own edges, believing they would eventually fit together to complete the picture. However, the picture was never solely about 'me,' but 'us'. And yet, the sobering reality hits: your piece remains elusive, unwilling to interlock with mine. The illusion of completeness in solitude cracks under the weight of this revelation.

Within the mirror of introspection, I perceive myself in a more forgiving light. It doesn't judge, but lays bare the truth. My journey of self-improvement, my remorse over past errors, my relentless pursuit to outrun my former self—they are all born from a desire to become someone who could stand beside you. Yet, I mistook my yearning for you as a compulsion to rewrite my own narrative.

With the dawn's clarity, I finally understand. It's you I desire, you I yearn for from afar, wishing to brave life's tempests together, celebrate the small victories, find solace in our shared silence, and joy in our echoed laughter. Yet, I am constrained to merely look at you from a distance, to hold you only within the confines of my heart.

My striving for change, my relentless pursuit of improvement, were not a dismissal of my past self. Rather, they were an earnest plea to evolve into someone worthy of your notice, not merely an equal, but a comrade, a confidant, a partner. Yet, to truly embark on this journey of self-growth, I need to accept my past self, learn from him, let him guide me.

You are not a prize to be seized but a person to evolve with, a journey to traverse. Yet, the bitter truth remains that our paths don't intersect. The imperfections I once lamented are now threads in the unique, beautiful tapestry of my life—a tapestry that, despite its beauty, remains incomplete without your vibrant colors.

My path forward isn't about erasing my past, but embracing it. It's not about achieving perfection, but about becoming a more complete individual, even if that means standing alone. Amidst this epiphany, I find a peaceful sanctuary, a tranquility that had remained hidden until now. I nurture the hope that this newfound peace will give birth to the concept of 'me'—existing, thriving, even without the 'us'.

As the new day warms the world from its night's slumber, a sprout of hope breaks through the icy soil of regret. My past mistakes are no longer shackles, but stepping stones towards a future that I must brave alone. For the first time, I dare to dream of a future where you remain an aspiration—a beautiful dream—yet not a part of my reality.