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1. The Light of Her Smile
In the shadowed halls of endless night, A beacon shines, so pure and bright, Her smile, a whisper in the dark, Ignites the soul, ignites the spark.
She stands with grace, defies the storm, A heart of gold, a spirit warm, Through trials fierce, through pain and strife, She dances on, the light of life.
— Thomas M
2. Echoes of Yesterday
In the quiet of the evening's end, Where memories and dreams descend, The echoes of a distant past, In haunting whispers, hold us fast.
A love once lost, a friend now gone, In twilight’s glow, their spirits dawn, They linger there, in shades of grey, The echoes of our yesterday.
— Thomas Miller
3. A Sailor's Heart
Upon the sea, so vast and wide, A sailor's heart, his only guide, He braves the storm, the wind, the rain, His soul a compass, free of chain.
The ocean's song, a lullaby, Beneath the stars, the endless sky, He finds his peace, his purpose true, In waves that sing of skies so blue.
— Thomas Miller
4. The Dance of Autumn Leaves
Beneath the trees of autumn's grace, The leaves embark on one last race, They twirl and spin in crisp, cool air, A final dance, a love affair.
The earth receives them, soft and kind, A gentle bed for rest to find, In hues of gold, of red, of brown, They lay to sleep upon the ground.
— Thomas Miller
5. Silent Screams
In the silence of the night, Where shadows blend with pale moonlight, A heart's cry echoes through the void, A silent scream, a pain alloyed.
No voice to speak, no ear to hear, The tears that fall, the unspoken fear, Yet in the dark, a whisper breathes, A hope that clings, a heart that seethes.
— Thomas Miller
6. The Guardian of Dreams
In the realm where dreams take flight, A guardian stands, bathed in light, He watches o’er the sleeping souls, And guides them through the starlit shoals.
With gentle hands and eyes that gleam, He weaves the threads of every dream, He keeps the nightmares far at bay, And holds the dawn till break of day.
— Thomas Miller
7. The Forgotten Path
Among the woods where shadows play, There lies a path, long gone astray, With moss and vine, it’s overgrown, A silent trail, by time unknown.
Yet there, the echoes still remain, Of laughter, love, of joy and pain, A path forgotten, but not lost, A tale untold, at memory’s cost.
— Thomas Miller
8. The Phoenix's Rise
From ashes cold, from smoldering flame, The phoenix rises, free from shame, Its wings anew, it takes to flight, A symbol of undying light.
Through trials fierce, it finds rebirth, A testament to hope and worth, For in the fire, we find our grace, And rise again, to take our place.
— Thomas Milleriller