For me, there should be roses raining,
A sky of wonders, never waning.
The world should twist, turn on its head,
And all its worries left unsaid.

At sixteen, I dreamt with quiet fire,
To reach the heights, to never tire.
To claim my place, to stand my ground,
With every voice, I’d make a sound.

And later, I longed for something grand,
To see the world, to understand.
Not lo...

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A man once pondered, dream in hand,

How he might cross that spectral band,

To vault beyond his outline’s trace,

And claim a feat none could erase.

He tried at dawn and chased at noon,

Yet found his mark had slipped too soon;

For every leap left only doubt—

His outline lingered all about.

Until one night, a figure stood,

In quiet dusk, beneath a hood.

A pract...

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