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[bright remnant]

*Mango, in raw form, a succulent tango,
When it comes to age, it's a delightful eat,
Its rawness is sour, bubbling with heat,
Cut ripe into small pieces, a delicacy mango.
Richness as sweet as a beating rhythmic bongo,
In the mouths of rich, poor, alike a treat,
A rich fruit, its flavor like the words of Saint Sweet,
Young, old, and adults savor it with tempo.

Mango brings richness, as in circus joy,
Together with everyone, even John Doe,
A summer's bliss, its shyness just a ploy,
Mix it with milk, and shake with flakes of snow.
Its season short, its life-like frail alloy,
Enjoy it now, or see it as it goes.*

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*In barren nights of Arabian sands, where frogs croak for rain,
Croak-croak, wishing for nothing but relieving their pain,
Their dry skin and brown ruby eyes as they jump in the wind,
They travel in search of mud to play, which helps their skinn'd.
There play a spellbind on the tint, all not in vain.

Crickets sing in jubilant night chirp-chirp,
They are just saying, "I am lonely, come trip-trip,"
Their courtship starts with "I love you" in a low raspy sound,
They’re ready to be aggressive, "Back off" like a hound.
At night there is only one Knightship, which starts with chirp-chirp.

The nightingale, a seamstress of the night,
Weaving her beautiful voice in twilight,
Hweet~huit~huiip, her sound so light with flute mellowness,
Seeing all these instances, sleep confides in cheerfulness. *

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*It shan't arrive to grace us,
"This was my thought," as I muse,
Every time before its revival,
Dust storms would come with the denial.
A newlywed bride, hush man, this storm betrays us.

Coups launched with Heaven's will,
Winds arose, sands flew like drills,
A subtle hint, rain shan't fall in,
Sky blue tint, cracks spreading from within.
Croak-croak, loud cries, as I look downhill.

I found something beautiful and holy,
As I remember the old days jolly.*

Dark clouds approach,
A dark black shroud,
Chill within the wind,
As it started

*Tip-tip-croak-chirp
croak-croak-croak-chirp
tip-tip-tip (loud)-tweet
tip (loud)-tip (loud)-kaboom kaboom (thunder). *

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**Some are remembered for years,
While other contributions are known for centuries,
Fews renown is spread across milenia,
Yet none except Gods are remembered for eternity.

Peoples are written in history,
Which hitherto peoples writes,
For faith was written within human,
It was written by living within living.

In this abundance of space and time,
None can cull this sentence,
As in the tricolosim of being,
As something must relate this tale*

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*older man lust for authority,
As they shall order young'ns around
Keep that sense hidden
Unless you win other with recognition.

For a drunkard none shall prevail
As they order within disorders
It give them fleeting authority
With a sudden loss of renown
Gone respect of this widowed man,
With a life of devilish enslavement unbound*.

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*When you troll, other rolls away,
Whence they troll, give them your doll,
Move faraway! Move faraway!
Otherwise see you time getting Sold away

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When Someone says it once, - go, ignore.
When it is said twice- go, move faster.
When it is thrice- Move, just do it.
there is no fourth time

• Well maybe some beating if it's your father or mother.

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*So fulfilling is this world,
In every sense, their abundance.
Loot you, turn you vassal;
To survive, you need obedience.

I sought abundance;
It came in many forms.
None remain, none sustenance,
As I destruct it into essence.

The cost dear, time,
Which spend moments.
No time, just want of abundance,
Truly a modern enslavement.

I thought, I shall fast.
I waited, I thought.
In essence, I shall be content;
It lay in book, it lay in the pen.*

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*I can think—
I can wait—
I can fast—

I have an idea—
I have time—
I have frugality—

I am water—
I am sky—
I am earth—

I on ground—
I on path—
I on salvation—

I am thought—
I am way—
I am misery—

I do lose—
I do find—
I do meditate—

I will live—
I will grow—
I will survive—*

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An adventure, * "Thou Calling,"
Sea, land, ** "Thy Wailing,"*
Circumstances prevailing,
Something new is unveiling.

*New places, world, players,
Thy stop,
Thee romance doth fool,
Some stop, some move.

A spark reignites
As new knowledge is bound.
With one desire, a fight,
Wisdom, not but experience, compound.

Circumstances' enslavement—effort's misplacement.
Stop—think—move—stop—think—run,
Run back—run—stop—run back—look back—run.
Human, a caveman, adventures his pavement.*

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*When the mind is tired,
Heaven is to blame.
Your body needs to be retired,
Sleep has its frame.

When the mind is free,
Thoughts are tame, like an old tree.
Smiles are free, wide like a child,
Sleep is deep within nature, mild.

This Bodily fit is tired,
Yet dreams are fired.
Confusion is all there mired.
Rest and heal yourself, sire.

Every day is a new joy.
"I love everything!" Oh boy,
Blessing, healing are in thought.
Every day's worth feels a lot.

My smile is as blue as the sky pure
Like the flowing river,
Unlike the stagnant giant.
None cure those stone Blint.

I feel flowery and lovely,
Swaying in wind, As holy basil.
Blessed to see my earth,
Heaven dressed since birth.

Like the sun, I burn.
Another season, another turn.
Like the cloud, I shall churn.
As renewed sun, I shall come.

Tired every day, Sun as I burn,
Rain a relief, sorrowful churn.
Winter, a blanket.
Autumn turns, something new to learn.
Spring, new beginning, new turn.

Sun-like, my smile goes hand in hand.
Moon, my mother, helped me mend.
Every night shall she watch till the twilight end,
Greeted by the sun, my closest friend.*

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*When knowledge and diligence are combined,
For the results to be born.
A seed for growth is sown,
A will is signed, sufferance enshrined.

With enough hard work and zeal,
Thinking, fasting, waiting,
A growing plant plus caring,
Miracles are born with their jealous scream.

Knowledge without thinking,
One is lost.
Thinking without knowledge,
One is in danger.

Knowledge,
Thinking,
Diligence,
And zeal,
Make a man so divine. *

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*I yearned to embrace thee,
Not caring about what impedes me,
As I move unarmed against you,
Your touch is a blessing new.

I walked as a single-armed prince,
With no frost but warm.
None demean my walking cadence,
As virgins across the street blossom.

Within the radiance of our heavens,
Princes croak as their eyes feast on our visage,
Starling essence in verses sevens,
As birds of Juno indulge in dancing Dutch.*

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Resonance

*In the hush of night's tender embrace,
A soul ached for solace, seeking grace.
Longing consumed, light left behind,
Echoes of pain in the soul entwined.

"Why?" cried the heart as stars adorned the sky,
A chain of longing, yearning to fly.
Silence fell as raindrops kissed the ground,
In Dawn's tender hold, a tale was found.

Nature's soul, fragile and worn,
Found solace in verses, gently born.
Despite harsh words and mocking jest,
She cradled his poetry close to her chest.

She felt his pain, his silent plea,
Breathing life into his melody.
With each kind word, she stoked his flame,
Guiding him from darkness, towards his aim.

A bond transcending time, defying space,
Two souls entwined, in a tender embrace.
Eternity passed in the blink of an eye,
Their connection eternal, soaring high.

Promises whispered in the night's soft air,
Dreams intertwined, beyond compare.
Years drifted by, with spirits Enmeshed,
Until fate's gentle hand, their paths aligned.

At last, they met, no tears to shed,
Understanding flowed, no words to be said.
In that moment, they spoke their names,
Two souls entwined, in love's soft flames,

With laughter and tears, they embraced the truth,
Their journey complete, in eternal youth.
As gratitude soared to the heavens above,
Their resonance echoed,** a testament of love**.*