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Some speak and skies unfold, Their words like sparks of gold, Lifting your gaze beyond the now, Planting dreams and teaching how. They leave you lit, alive, aware, With bolder steps and lighter care. Their presence is a rising tide— You grow just standing by their side. But some speak shadows into light, Their doubts disguised, their fears polite. They clip your wings with subtle tone, And soon you find your hope has flown. Each word can water or can wilt, Can shape your dreams or birth your guilt. So listen close to what they sow— And let the lifeless voices go. For every soul you let draw near Will feed your fire—or stoke your fear. So guard your circle, don’t delay— Choose who helps you find your way.
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Jolene Mwelu

Jolene Mwelu, eyes on the shore,
Watches the ocean's rhythmic roar.
Waves crash and churn, a salty spray,
Secrets they keep come what may.

Sun-drenched sands, a turquoise sheen,
Bathers alight, a vibrant scene.
But Jolene knows, with a knowing smile,
The tide's retreat reveals a while.

Those who dared to shed their guise,
Naked and free beneath sunlit skies.
The ocean's embrace, a fleeting delight,
Exposed by the ebb of fading light.

So Jolene ponders, with wisdom untold,
Truths are unveiled when waters grow cold.
The depths we conceal, the masks we hold,
The tide's retreat, a story unfolds.

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