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An inverted bravery, perhaps I was not meant to be. As far as I can not see, with me in a quandary. An unhappy scenery, abruptly I am so sorry. My life in your memory, but an old tree, you stand firmly. On your horizon shiny, a colored thread, silvery. Flying beautifully, your leaves scatter infinitely. Travel east, the air heavy, with your worries beyond the sea. On the horizon faintly, a

Hello, I couldn't help but overhear that lately you've been feeling hollow. Routine feels empty, you fizzle, disappear. Perhaps days move too fast and you can not flow. You have them around, companions without ears, perhaps you found them too dull, too shallow. You ask me what should you do? Well, honestly I don't really know. Will it get easier? I think so. What I did do, burst of

Congratulations on passing your exam, Imperfection yet nothing you couldn't overcome. Spirit like a tide: sometimes low, sometimes high, but never subside. You've spent many nights, trying to understand which equation is right. Countless cups of coffee or perhaps tea, loyal companion while you study. Stressful anticipation messing up your emotion. And frustration when it yielded no fruition.

Standing still in front of an anthill, contemplating, wandering within. Looking, assessing the tiny things. Crawling, gnawing a chunk of skin. Insignificant hurdle to jump over yet a great fear of a million biters, And the burning consequence after. Trampling forward playing a god, stirring the fleeing cowards Or retreat admit defeat forever incomplete? Hesitant heart, indecisive when the two

What if? Go step forward! Don't worry even if pieces of you are falling apart I am trailing closely behind, I will pick them up You don't need to look back, I'll always have your back Doubts and fears are ahead but I know you're not a coward You are almost there dear, and soon we'll share a cup Brave Steps Do you like this poem? Check out "One and Two", another poem about courage and

The day after today, we will cast another dieHow many hours have passed? Together we wonder if we will be okayEvery minute, you question the uncertainty of the tomorrow that we think it'll beSpeechless I am, only our heartbeats count the seconds consistently Thoughts linking, then we agreeEven if what could be may not be going to beRemember our memory Laughing without worries as we know that it