In the realm of dreams, where hopes take flight,
Lies the tale of triumph, radiant and bright.
Success, a beacon in life's vast sea,
A testament to what one can be.
It blooms not in riches or material gain,
But in the souls touched by joy and pain.
For success is found in compassionate deeds,
In hearts mended and kind words that feed.
It's the smile that dances on a weary face,
The courage to rise, and embrace life's grace.
It whispers softly, "You're worthy, dear friend,
Your journey matters, from start to end."
In each small victory, a symphony swells,
Love's gentle cadence, a tale it tells.
Success, a tapestry woven with care,
Forever cherished, forever rare.
Let it be known, in this heartfelt rhyme,
Success blooms not in moments, but over time.
For in the tapestry of life, you'll find,
Triumph's true measure is the love left behind.
About the Creator
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Look Forward to my Work in the Future.
The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato7 days ago in Fiction
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