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Poem: Footprints at Sunset

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At the meeting point of sky and sea, the sun bids farewell with a blaze of vibrant colours; a poignant reminder of life’s inevitable end. As its light fades, the footprints left in the sand tell stories of journeys taken, of moments cherished and forgotten, slowly erased by the relentless tide. This poem reflects on the delicate balance between our enduring imprints and the ephemeral nature of existence.

Footprints at Sunset

At sunset’s edge, the sky ignites,
A final burst of flame and light,
Each hue a whisper of the day’s goodbye,
As the golden orb sinks in the twilight sky.

Along the shore, our footsteps lie,
Etched in the sand where memories sigh;
They mark the paths of hearts once bold,
Now softly fading, silently told.

The sunset glows like life’s last page,
An ending penned by time and age;
A brilliant farewell, a fleeting gleam,
A reminder that endings often dream.

Our footprints speak of journeys made,
Of laughter, tears, and choices weighed;
Yet as the tide comes rolling in,
It washes away where we have been.

In this gentle wash, both loss and grace,
Lie the imprints of our transient trace;
For every step, we leave behind
It is swept away, yet etched in my mind.

So, in the light of the dying sun,
Let every footprint count as one,
A story written in the sand,
A cherished mark from a fleeting hand.

Poem: The Double Rainbow

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Seeing a double rainbow for the first time is nothing short of magical, especially through the eyes of a child. It’s a moment of wonder, where the world feels larger, brighter, and full of endless possibilities. The vibrant arcs in the sky spark joy, curiosity, and a sense of awe, reminding us all of the beauty and surprises nature holds.

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The Double Rainbow

The rain had stopped, the sky still grey,
Puddles glimmered where the raindrops lay.
And then a gasp, a cry of surprise,
As colour bloomed across the skies.

“Look! Look!” the child exclaimed with glee,
“Two rainbows! They’re smiling at me!”
Eyes wide with wonder, feet rooted in place,
Magic unfolded in nature’s embrace.

The first arc is bold, its colours so bright,
A bridge to dreams, a feast for sight.
The second, softer, a shadowed glow,
A secret whisper the heavens bestow.

“Is it a treasure? A sign from above?
Are the rainbows talking, sharing their love?”
The child spun around in a joyful dance,
Lost in the sky’s enchanting trance.

Every hue seemed to sing and play,
Painting the world in a magical way.
Red for adventure, green for the trees,
Blue for the rivers, gold for the seas.

The rainbows faded, but the joy stayed,
A memory woven that will never degrade.
For in that moment, the child had seen,
The beauty of life, both grand and serene.

Two rainbows arched, two promises made,
Of wonder eternal and magic replayed.
Through a child’s eyes, the world’s pure art,
Two rainbows, one sky, and one glowing heart.

Poem: Wings of Wanderlust

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Travel is more than just a journey; it is a feeling, a rush of excitement, and a gateway to new adventures. When plans are made, the heart begins to race with anticipation. The thrill of discovering unfamiliar landscapes, tasting new cuisines, and immersing in unknown cultures fills every step with wonder. A holiday is not just an escape; it’s an opportunity to embrace the world’s endless possibilities.

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Wings of Wanderlust

The suitcase lies open, a promise untold,
Of adventures ahead, both thrilling and bold.
Maps unfold and dreams take flight,
The heart beats faster with wanderlust’s light.

The countdown begins, excitement takes hold,
A new place awaits its stories of old.
What sights will I see? What paths will I tread?
What colours and flavours will dance in my head?

The airport hums with its vibrant sound,
A gateway to wonders, the world unbound.
Each boarding pass holds a treasure in store,
A chance to discover, to learn, to explore.

The mountains call with their towering grace,
The ocean’s whisper of an endless embrace.
The streets of a city, alive and unknown,
Each step is a story, each corner my own.

I’ll taste the spices, hear songs from afar,
Chase sunsets that shimmer like a guiding star.
Feel cultures unfold in the warmth of a smile,
Find a home in the world, if just for a while.

Oh, the joy of travel, the freedom it brings,
The soul takes flight on its wandering wings.
For every journey writes a tale that stays,
A cherished memory for endless days.

Poem: The Gifts We Often Forget

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Gratitude is the quiet, heartfelt recognition of life’s blessings, big and small, that enrich our days. It is the acknowledgement of the simple joys, fleeting moments, and enduring connections that make life meaningful. From the warmth of a sunrise to the love of family and friends, gratitude teaches us to see beauty in the ordinary and cherish every gift we’re given.

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The Gifts We Often Forget

For the first breath of dawn, soft and new,
For skies painted gold and the morning dew.
For the warmth of the sun and the touch of the breeze,
For the dance of the leaves on whispering trees.

For a heart that beats and eyes that see,
For a mind that dreams and a soul that’s free.
For laughter shared and love that stays,
For the quiet comfort of familiar days.

For the food on our table, the roof overhead,
For the simplest joys, for the paths we tread.
For the kindness of strangers, the bonds that we share,
For moments of peace and answered prayers.

For lessons learned, both easy and tough,
For finding abundance when we feel there’s not enough.
For the strength to rise when the road feels steep,
For the stars that watch over us as we drift to sleep.

Gratitude lives in all that we see,
In the humblest of gifts, in life’s melody.
So let us be thankful, let’s cherish it all,
For the grand and the simple, the big and the small.

Poem: Before the First Page

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There’s a unique thrill that comes with holding a new book in your hands, a feeling that’s hard to describe yet so familiar to every reader. The weight of the book, the crispness of its pages, and the possibilities it holds stir a sense of anticipation like no other. Each unread chapter is a promise, waiting to transport you to a world you’ve yet to explore. This moment — right before you turn the first page — is filled with hope, wonder, and the excitement of what might be discovered within. Today’s poem captures this fleeting, magical moment.

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Before the First Page

The book rests in my hands, its weight so light,
Yet within it, whole worlds are hidden from sight.
The cover is smooth, its spine uncreased,
A story untold, a curiosity teased.

My fingers hover on the edge of page one,
With anticipation rising, it’s just begun.
Will there be wonders, adventures untold?
Or secrets and sorrows, quietly bold?

I imagine the characters, not yet known,
Lives that will merge with my own.
Will I find heroes or friends that stay,
Long after I’ve turned the last page away?

The scent of new pages, the rustle they make,
Whispers of journeys my heart will take.
A treasure of words awaits to be found,
In every chapter, new worlds abound.

In this moment of pause, before I begin,
I wonder what stories will soon pull me in.
The joy of a book is the joy of the unknown,
Where every new story becomes your own.