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 Apr 7 Shambhavi
Alkia
All life has a purpose.

I sit down and wonder about each

But my smile falls; that tells me otherwise.

I wonder what mines is.

Perhaps I would like my purpose to be like a flower.

use for happiness and grief.

Or perhaps a butterfly.

They have significant meaning in everyone's life.

Am I supposed to make my own, or is it given, or is it already decided?

All I know is that I would like a purpose, no matter if it's small or big.

Just a purpose
As I watched
the little girl dance,
Oh how I wept.

With poise,
such grace.
Her image I kept.

You can see
clear as day—
just look for these things.

Love connects us all.
Like little illuminated
Invisible Strings.
 Apr 7 Shambhavi
Karen
Love reflected in hearts
Are beautiful mirrors
To the soul
 Apr 4 Shambhavi
Yohanes
her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, “why do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, “because her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

“i wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
“what would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, “just let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”
 Apr 4 Shambhavi
Kaiden
Sometimes i wonder:
Do bullies hurt too?
I hurt a person,
And immediately knew
That it feels worse than to be hurt,
Yet they do it anyway
With all of those mean words
They have to say.
One selfish act,
A comment or two,
But they never felt worse
Than hurting you.
I accidentally hurt my best friend yesterday. He had a really bad day, i didn't know about it, i and this one person made a comment about him in our discord server, not really knowing that it would hurt him. I apologized but he didn't respond yet. (also, if you can read this somehow, i'm really ******* sorry)
 Apr 4 Shambhavi
Lyle
some people's footsteps are loud
they want everyone to know that they have entered
or perhaps they have no reason to hide
They strike the ground first with their heel
you can always hear them approach

but mine?
my footsteps are silent
I glide across without a sound
no one needs to know that I am here
I have reason to hide
I tread first with the pads of my feet
you will never hear me approach
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