In the depths of my soul,
A darkness consumes,
Whispers of doubt and woe,
Echoes of past fumes.
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In the month of November, when the air turns crisp,
And the leaves fall gently, like a lover's whispered kiss,
The land is still dry, with no sign of rain,
Yet my heart yearns for it, like a sweet refrain.
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The sun sets, a fiery ball
Beneath the horizon's call
The world grows still, a hushed refrain
As shadows lengthen, one by one
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God, all of my days
In Your presence, I'll stay
You guide me with love and grace
In Your arms, I find solace and embrace
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In every breath you take,
And every step you make,
God's presence echoes,
A gentle whisper in your heart.
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Maturity, a journey long and winding,
A path that's paved with lessons learned and blindings.
It's a process that demands we shed our skin,
And embrace the person we're meant to be within.
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I am myself, a being pure
No need for validation or approval
My soul is my own, my heart is my guide
I'll walk this path, come what may
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In days gone, when I was going on a journey,
You whispered, 'No more school, my son.
Be a lighthouse, enough with the fuel.
Your light will shine bright, trust me, it's true.'
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November's Farewell
Leaves dance in the wind's playful breeze,
A symphony of rustling hues.
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Beneath the sun's warm embrace,
I live each day with grace,
Aware that time is fleeting,
My life a tale of meeting.
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