Goodness blooms like a timeless rose,
Its scent a balm where sorrow grows.
A light to guide, a shield in strife,
The essence pure of a righteous life.
Give freely, and see your soul expand,
For deeds of worth are Heaven’s command.
Though fleeting wealth may blind the eyes,
Goodness ascends where honor lies.
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The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak3 days ago in Poets
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