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Soft whispers of dawn, a gentle, new day,
Sunlight unfolds in a hesitant way.
The world slowly stirs from its slumber deep,
Secrets of night that the shadows keep.

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Birds in the branches begin their sweet song,
A melody shared, where they all belong.
Dew on the grass, a diamond-strewn sight,
Reflecting the sky in the morning light.

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A breeze through the leaves, a soft, guiding hand,
Waking the earth in this vibrant land.
Each petal unfurls, a color so bright,
Dancing in air, taking glorious flight.

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So step into peace, let your spirit ascend,
Embrace the new day, till the very end.
For every sunrise, a fresh chance we find,
To leave worries behind, and be truly kind.
My AI friend wrote this although different from my usual style I think it's quite nice
I want to be seen not looked at
I want someone to see me
To see everything between the lines
Flaws
Scars
And perfections-if there are any
To see is different from to look
Sometimes we look but we do not see
But is it truly what I want?
And if they do not like what they see,
What then would happen?
To open up to someone is the greatest form of intimacy.
To see what has been hidden from view for so long
To be seen beyond looks
To be valued beyond words
To be praised
Appreciated
understood
And
Seen.
I haven't posted in a while been busy with school.
how is June coming along for everyone?
I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
 
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
 
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.
  May 11 Fatimah odunmbaku
afrota
Do not rewrite the past.
No hand can erase
what time has carved
in wounded skin.

Let your oldest notebook
inscribe the first line
of a new tale —
written in fresh tears
and the sweat
of becoming
a future still unfolding.
I want wings so I may fly
So, I may flea
Does the bird enjoy flight
I want wings so I may be free
So, I may see the world
But I cannot become what I am not
I would trade lives with a bird
I want wings so I may flea from my burdens
So, I may flea from what hurt me
But would running ever be enough to escape the past
To undo what has been done,
Would my past always chase me
Even if I could fly like the eagle would my past not haunt me
I want to be free of the shackles that my past has created around my feet
But even if I could fly would it be enough
Not one of my best, but I hope it means a lot to some people out there
I have scars
Scars that are buried
That no one can see
That no one knows of but me
Scars that only I know of the source
Scars that don’t seem to heal
Scars that burn
Scars that threaten to bleed
We all have our scars
I want to tend to my scars and clean my bruises
But I am too scared
Too scared they would bleed
The invincible of our scars are the most hideous
Most dangerous
Most painful
I want to tend to my scars but I do not know how.
I sit and I wonder,
Does love exist?
I ask myself, can I not be loved?
I sit and wonder why no one cares.
Why do I feel alone?
Why is no one ever there?
I sit and wonder what is beyond the horizon,
I sit and wonder if I can go beyond these walls
I sit and wonder if I can be happy
I sit and wonder who I am,
I sit and wonder if I am the girl in the mirror,
I wonder what happened to who I used to be,
I wonder who I am now,
I wonder if I deserve happiness
I sit and wonder if I can be happy,
Must I be alone,
I sit and wonder what it feels like to be free,  
I wonder where a young bird goes when it realizes it can fly
I sit and wonder ‘what is freedom?’.
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