Day: 04/02/2023

Whispers of the Stars: An Ode to Scorpio and Nature’s Secrets

Created: April 2, 2023, 15;27 pm

What if the stars could whisper secrets of the night,
To the fierce Scorpio, who knows how to fight?
What if the moon could guide Scorpio’s way,
As they venture out into the dark and astray?

What if nature could show Scorpio the truth,
And reveal the mysteries of age-old youth?
What if the forest could teach Scorpio to see,
The beauty in the shadows, and the strength in being free?

For Scorpio knows the power of the unseen,
And how to navigate the depths of what has been,
And in nature’s embrace, Scorpio finds a place,
Where secrets can be unlocked, and new paths can be traced.

For Scorpio sees the magic in the earth and the sky,
And knows that sometimes the truth can be hard to find,
But through the whispers of nature, and the wisdom of the stars,
Scorpio knows that they can uncover what is hidden, and push past any bars.

So here’s to Scorpio, who knows how to embrace,
The secrets of nature, and the beauty in each place,
For in the depths of what ifs, and the wonder of nature’s hold,
Scorpio finds the power to be brave, and strong, and bold.

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A Whimsical World

Created: April 1, 2023, 16:30 pm

In a whimsical world, beyond what we know,
Where the sun and the moon both put on a show,
There lived a dreamer, who wandered so free,
Through forests of fantasy, and mountains of majesty.

Her memories were etched in the trees and the stones,
And her heart beat strong with the rhythm of the unknown,
For she’d tasted the sweetness of food and of love,
And known the pain of heartbreak, both below and above.

Her spirit was lifted by hope’s gentle hand,
As she roamed through the meadows, across the land,
And though she knew sadness, and loss, and despair,
She kept climbing higher, with courage to spare.

In this world of what ifs, she found her way,
And learned to cherish each moment, come what may,
For even when life seemed a mystery,
She held on to the goodness of all she could see.

Through friendships that bloomed like the flowers in spring,
She found a sense of belonging, and a song to sing,
And when she looked back on the journey she’d trod,
She knew that she’d lived, and had loved with all her heart.

And so, in this world of fantasy and dreams,
She found the key to unlocking life’s themes,
Of joy, of reflection, of the bittersweet,
Of memories, of realization, of all that’s unique.

For in this world beyond what we know,
The beauty of life can truly glow,
And we can find meaning in the most unlikely places,
And create a world filled with hope and with graces.

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Lost

created: April 2, 2020

There was once a Majic, rare and true,
Whose power could restore a lost culture anew,
But this Majic was trapped, hidden away,
In a box that held it captive day by day.

The lost clan knew not what they had lost,
Their culture stolen, their history tossed,
But rumors had spread of the Majic’s might,
And hope burned bright in the depths of their plight.

They searched and searched for that fabled box,
Hoping to free the Majic from its locks,
For they knew that with its power in hand,
Their culture could flourish once again.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years,
But still they searched through joy and tears,
Until at last, they found the box,
And freed the Majic from its paradox.

With a burst of light, the Majic was free,
And the lost clan’s culture was restored with glee,
Their traditions, stories, and songs once more,
Thriving as they had in times of yore.

So remember the Majic trapped in its box,
And the power it holds to restore lost clocks,
For even in the darkest of times,
Hope and perseverance can lead to great finds.

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Trapped in Memory’s Grasp

Created: March 4, 2023, 00:13

He knows he should Forge her face, And all 
the memories of their embrace, But still he
longs for her sweet touch, The girl who he
loved so much.

He knows she used him when he was low,
And left him feeling cold and hollow, But
memories of their love and laughter, Still 
linger on and cause him rapture.

He remembers the times when the laughed
and danced, When they held each other in a
loving trance, The moments when she made 
him feel alive, And all the reasons why he 
wanted to thrive.

He knows he should move on and let go, But 
the pain of Losing her is hard to bestow, He
remembers the way she made him feel, And
all the love that they used to seal.

He missises the way she used to smile, And
how her laugh could go on for a mile, The 
way she held him close at night, And made
all his problems seem light.

He knows she was toxic, and he deserved
better, But the good times they had,  he can't
forget her, He knows he should move on and 
be strong, But the memories of her, they still
belong.

    He knows he needs to heal and grow, To find
someone who'll love him and show, that he 
deserves a love that's true, And not the abuse
that he once knew.

But for now, he'll hold on tight, To the
memories of her that still ignite, The love he
felt and the joy hey shared, And hope that
someday, his heart will be repaired.
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