In quiet corners, lives unsung,
Where deeds of kindness gently hum.
No trumpets blare, no banners wave,
Just hearts that give, without a crave.
The teacher's smile, a patient spark,
Igniting minds in the classroom's dark.
The postman's trek, through rain and sleet,
Delivering dreams on weary feet.
The janitor's sweep, erasing grime,
Creating solace for a fleeting time.
The cashier's pause, a friendly word,
A weary soul's quiet song unheard.
The neighbor's hand, a shoulder's rest,
When shadows fall, and burdens press.
The artist's brush, a silent plea,
Painting beauty others fail to see.
No monuments etched in granite cold,
Their stories whispered, never told.
But in the tapestry of life they weave,
Their threads of kindness, hearts believe.
So raise a glass, to heroes small,
Whose selfless acts outshine them all.
For in their quiet, gentle grace,
The world finds hope, a better space.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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Niche topic & fresh perspectives
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Well done! I loved it a lot!!🥰