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Digital Verses
The Week After I Spoke
I spoke the truth, heart on sleeve,
But heard a 'no' I couldn't grieve.
A week of silence, strange and still,
Yet duty called, and so did will.
...The Sleepless Scholar
Once I napped at noon with ease,
Chasing dreams in gentle breeze.
Now I lie beneath the night,
Eyes wide open, far from light.
...Echoes of Friendship
Seven stars once lit my skies,
Three moons with laughter in their eyes.
We danced through days, no need to say,
That hearts were close though miles away.
...Snowfall on My Birthday
No candles lit, no crowded cheer,
Just frost and silence drawing near.
In foreign lands, my heart did sway,
A birthday dawned—a quiet day.
...Two Days, A Thousand Moments
In the golden breath of German skies,
Two days danced before our eyes.
An old 2 a.m. friend, still near, still true,
With roads that whispered, "It's just us two."
...Footprints in the Snow
The snow first fell—a silver dream,
A wonderland in silent gleam.
I stepped alone on frozen streets,
And found in stillness, quiet beats.
...The Roasts We Lived By
We once spoke flames with every line,
Sarcasm seasoned, raw, divine.
No feelings bruised, no hearts to mend,
Just friendly fire that knew no end.
...The Dawn of Narrative Nexus
In silence sparked a voice within,
A dream to light where dark had been.
With words that teach and thoughts that rise,
You built a path beneath wide skies.
...The Decision That Left Without Goodbye
No voices weighed, no counsel sought,
Just one bold moment, a burning thought.
A ticket booked, a world unknown,
A journey I would walk alone.
...The Pitch of Our Past
We played beneath the dusky skies,
With broken bats and dreaming eyes.
A taped-up ball, a field of dust,
And rules we bent in boyhood trust.
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