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When Days Feel Dark

When passion fades and silence grows, And neither heart quite fully knows How once the stars aligned so clear, Let kindness stay and draw you near. For love alone may sometimes strain, Through sleepless nights or quiet pain. But kindness holds what vows forget, And heals the wounds where hearts have bled. A kind word lingers when love tires, It calms the storms and dims the fires. It is not the thrill, the rush, the spark— It is gentle light when days feel dark. So choose the soul whose hands will hold With grace that neither dims nor folds. For when life shakes the strongest thread, A kind heart speaks what is left unsaid.

Another Shangwe

Grey skies yawn through window panes,
Each dawn a copy of yesterday’s stains.
Coffee cools beside unread books,
Time drips slow in shadowed nooks.

No purpose calls, no spark, no flame,
Each hour arrives, each hour the same.
The future waits behind a foggy screen,
A silent ghost, not heard or seen.

Sleep comes late and leaves too soon,
Restless thoughts beneath the moon.
Dreams dissolve with morning light,
Another day, another fight.

Yet somewhere deep, beneath the haze,
A whisper breathes through weary days—
“You are still here, you still remain,
Even stillness can't be vain.”

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