Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

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They call life beautiful, but here I am searching for its definition. Does it mean a chaotic union or a thoughtful separation? Does it include guilty minds or humanity scattered, unclaimed in the wind? Does it suppress the weak, Or is it just a paper with the right ticks? Is sorrow dressed in tears a part of it, Or does it linger quietly in the hearts we forget? Does it include profitable sharing of others' dignity, When content is spread on social media so carelessly? Possessive lovers or a pathetic partner, do they belong in this beautiful charter? Does it include caring souls fighting endless battles? Success in the mind, but shame in the eyes, or shyness that turns harmful in disguise? What truly defines this beauty we declare? What fits in the picture, and what bears the blame? ©sam

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looking at you, beauty is the only thing I see, you wear solace in the embrace of calm, a living diary silently listening to me. yet, you hold secrets. the dark side of you, carries an abandoned fate. I wonder what it looks like, is it always surrounded by endless nights, with scars beautifully crafted all over ? maybe it's clothed in mysterious powers. hearing unspoken questions, does it listens to us as you do? there are so many more questions waiting in the queue. if I could stand upon your surface, I would witness the vastness of the universe, clear stars without the disturbance of the atmosphere, and all other secrets sparking curiosity within us. let's have a chat someday, revealing all our secrets, or maybe just understand each other, like far-off friends. ©sam

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In this self-centric world, words are like weapon, Confronting introverts, leaving ambiverts broken. Wearing shield of emotions, some words are arriving, As armor, they guard those in need, clearly contriving. The enemies are clear - some words, some extroverts, While others among them, aims to subvert. Blaimed for being expressive, their hearts remain pure, Yet some of their kind, defame them, making the pain endure. In time, everyone waits this war to finally end, For peace, love and respect - what hearts truly intend. ©sam

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Walking on the road, I see many things, Souls in prison, while hopes take wings. Some dreams are guarded deep in the eyes, Some are let go, deemed by wisdom wise. People laugh, cry, rejoice, and regret, While some are alone, their hearts upset. Doors are shut, fearing the world outside, While others open, emotions untied. A voice calls for help, hurt by false care, Too many masks, one face to bear. Each one the same, yet chasing their goal, Some seek love, some joy, some freedom of soul. And there I stand, lost in the dearth, My own soul whispers, "What is my worth?" ©Tale Keepers

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