A Small Poem
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A spark of light in quiet air,
A gentle drift, a moment rare.
The silence hums, the night feels wide,
And hope moves softly, side by side.
A Small Poem
A spark of light in quiet air,
A gentle drift, a moment rare.
The silence hums, the night feels wide,
And hope moves softly, side by side.
Growing with ease before now, balanced within my steps, growing still. And now, a course of actions not small but with strength, arising in due measure, unfolds. Life’s care comes before, yet in its time within wisdom. Growth rests in balance, growth itself in essence.
Smooth flow and form. With structure and balance, growth continues, always present in living rhythm. Steady flow, steady strength. Varied paths of motion repeat and return, always guided by balance. Beforehand, harmony shapes design, flowing steadily with constant support, placing balance across each step. Growth, growth, and more growth, with care, with purpose, with result — a sense of progress and movement that endures.
Growing with balance, ease unfolds before the present moment, weaving movement within each step. And now, structure forms not small in strength, shaped by rhythm and motion, emerging and passing on. Care flows ahead, joined with understanding, carried through its time. Growth rests in balance growth itself in essence.
I know rest of the page is just poems, but these are in Italian
Adipiscing a commodo ante nunc magna lorem et interdum mi ante nunc lobortis non amet vis sed volutpat et nascetur.
Adipiscing a commodo ante nunc magna lorem et interdum mi ante nunc lobortis non amet vis sed volutpat et nascetur.
Adipiscing a commodo ante nunc magna lorem et interdum mi ante nunc lobortis non amet vis sed volutpat et nascetur.