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1. Ode to the Mirror

(Ode)

Oh, mirror, keeper of my reflection,
A silent witness to my self-inspection.
Your polished face reveals my truth,
Both fleeting fears and the strength of youth.

You do not judge my unspoken dreams,
Or the subtle cracks beneath the gleam.
Instead, you frame my quiet fight,
The search for love and my own light.

Each gaze within your silver pool,
Is both tender and harsh, a shaping tool.
Yet still, I stand, embracing my skin,
A vessel of stories that live within.

So here’s to you, unwavering glass,
For showing me that I will surpass.
No fear, no shame, no doubt can stay,
When I rise anew with each passing day.

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2. Silence’s Price
(Ballad)

She walked through halls with heads held low,
A voice unseen, no words to show.
Each step she took, a quiet plea,
To break the chains of secrecy.

Her silence sang a mournful tune,
A shadow cast beneath the moon.
Yet deep inside, a fire burned,
For freedom’s call, her soul had yearned.

“I’ll speak,” she said, though fear had grown,
“My story’s weight is mine to own.”
And so, her voice, like waves, did crash,
Through whispers soft, through thunder’s clash.

The world now hears her quiet song,
A melody where all belong.
Her silence once was heavy stone,
But now she stands, her truth well-known.

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  1. The Dance of Seasons
    (Sonnet)

In spring's embrace, new blooms awaken,
Each petal soft, a promise in the air.
The sun's warm kiss, the frost now shaken,
Life stirs anew, as nature sheds despair.

Yet summer rolls with golden rays of light,
As laughter fills the long and joyful days.
The world adorned in hues both bold and bright,
Where time retreats in sun-drenched, languid ways.

When autumn comes, the leaves, like whispers fall,
In vibrant hues they paint the Earth’s farewell.
A winding path, each step a siren’s call,
To celebrate the stories only time can tell.

Then winter wraps the world in silver thread,
A quiet pause, where dreams lie soft and spread.

  1. Whispered Wishes
    (Limerick)

A dreamer on a starlit night,
Whispered wishes in pure delight.
With every flicker above,
She sent forth her hopes and love,
In the dark, her heart took flight.

  1. The Journey Within
    (Villanelle)

In quiet moments, shadows play,
The whispers of the heart arise,
Led by the dawn of a new day.

Each step we take along the way,
Unraveling truths that softly disguise,
In quiet moments, shadows play.

Through winding paths, we learn to sway,
The fears and dreams that intertwine,
Led by the dawn of a new day.

Beneath the stars, the night holds sway,
Each heartbeat echoes what life supplies,
In quiet moments, shadows play.

So, listen close to what they say,
For in their depths, the spirit flies,
Led by the dawn of a new day.

Embrace the journey, come what may,
For every ending, a new prize—
In quiet moments, shadows play,
Led by the dawn of a new day.