Noen Muti

In the depths of my soul,
A darkness consumes,
Whispers of doubt and woe,
Echoes of past fumes.
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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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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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Beneath the surface of my being,
Lies a world that's yet to be seen,
A canvas of emotions,
A symphony of thoughts unspoken.
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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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In the station of dreams, a train takes flight,
Tracks of stardust, a celestial sight.
Whistles of angels, echo through the air,
Bound for heaven, a journey so rare.
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As twilight falls on the fading year,
Whispers of memories draw near.
A tapestry woven with joy and strife,
Each thread a chapter in the book of life.
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December whispers softly,
A promise of home,
Faster than seasons past,
My heart begins to roam.
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In the cosmic dance of vast expanse,
We're but dust in the universe's trance.
Humans and Earth, grains so small,
In the grand tapestry, we stand, enthrall.
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In solitude, a man stands strong,
A lone traveler, where echoes throng.
Future's path, a solitary road,
Yet within, a universe untold.
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In the quiet hours, the clock strikes three,
My restless mind, memories galore.
Wishing they'd fade, these echoes of you,
Persisting, enduring, like morning dew.
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In the realm of worries, I dance alone,
Lost in thoughts, a soul overthrown.
A tapestry of doubts, a canvas of fear,
Whispers echo, drawing near.
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Let admiration be confined to its own sphere,
Your beauty I behold, but bringing you is unclear.
Consider me merely the air that lingers near,
Gazing upon you, a presence distant yet dear.
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In the shadowed seconds, mysteries unfold,
Death's silent whispers, a tale untold.
God, a puppeteer in the cosmic play,
With whims untamed, creations in dismay.
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In the embrace of sorrow, where loved ones depart,
A haunting echo, etched in every heart.
Earth's canvas tainted, destruction's cruel birth,
God's capricious whims, a tumultuous mirth.
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In a world where errors abound,
Mercy spares a life, redemption is found.
Forgiveness, a virtue some freely give,
Yet, for me, it's not mercy; I still grieve.
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In the realm of rejection, where shadows linger long,
A man finds strength in echoes of a love gone wrong.
Yet, beneath the surface of stoic, silent pride,
A man seeks more than happiness, a complex tide.
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In shadows deep, where dreams do fade,
I, a vessel lost, in darkness laid.
Whispers of doubt, like a haunting refrain,
'I failed, O Lord, ' my heart in pain.
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On the next page, a space unfolds,
A haven for moments, stories untold.
Breathing freely, a respite I seek,
In the quiet realm where thoughts speak.
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