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You are,

a shepherd that
guides the sheep
to the right path.

You are,

a key that unlocks
the students mind,
for them to
reach greater heights.

You are,

a blueprint to
mold our minds.

You are a teacher
and you are one
of a kind.
A simple poem to honor our teachers.
Stunned
by her sweet smile.
Inspired
by her angelic eyes.
Behind her
poignant lines
her adorable soul
truly lies.

She is
a true artist
with a masterpiece
that stained across
amaranthine skies.
This piece is for a Mirakee writer named sweetnovember.
Your simplicity
is like
a flame.

That's why
them moths
are drawn
to you.

They honor
and adore
your name.

A memento
that natural
beauty
is true.
A simple poem for Mary Joy Salutin.
"Simplicity always wins."
In the first place some should've never begun.
It is easy to destroy than to build one.
A domain that worst things can creep in.
A cure and also a poison from within.

At the core, there is no room for selfishness;
Just unconditional commitment,
-nothing more and nothing less,
In some degree,
it can be bounded by unhealthy desire.
But to endure pain for the sake of it,
is baptism by fire.

It takes cues from our senses.
It is more than everything we see.
But one thing is for certain,
in this domain, there is always you and me.
What is a relationship?
My heart was pounding
when you said yes.
Now here I am getting
dressed to impress.
This is it, the moment
is ours.
Let's both mark
these precious hours.

I promise, I'll do my best
to make you smile.
Knowing me is worth
your while.
I like you girl, you
know I do.
I hope you feel the
same way too.

Then she said

I just want to have fun
with you.
We're only young once
it's true
but it would be a mistake,
to fall in love with me
on a first date.
Lesson: First date will not gauge your chemistry.

Last stanza credits to Moira Lacambra.
She is a rose
who writes from pain.

And still her pieces are
sweetly played in tune.

Her petals are what makes
her a unique artist,
standing out among the flowers.

She can spread her fragrance
a million miles.

Her words are prickly thorns
that will always remind you
of her unforeseen value.

I hope you see her true beauty
is from within..

Because I do...
A simple poem for my friend from Pakistan.

https://commaful.com/play/imaginarywriter/
Soft is digital,
no physical space.
Can be manipulated
in different ways.

Hard is physical,
requires no electricity.
Cannot be manipulated.
Provides more authenticity.
The purpose of this poem is to draw a fine line between soft copy and hard copy.
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