In the hustle and bustle, I'll find my way,
Through the chaotic hours of each fleeting day.
No room for sorrow, no time to feel blue,
As I chase my dreams, I'll find strength anew.
With tasks and ambitions, my heart will mend,
In the busy moments, my wounds will transcend.
I'll fill my life with purpose, never looking back,
And sadness will find no space to attack.
So, I'll keep moving forward, each step a stride,
In the world's grand tapestry, I'll find my pride.
In staying busy, I'll discover the key,
To a life full of purpose and endless glee.
About the Creator
In the Quiet of Being Known
In the quiet of being known, there is a solace that transcends the cacophony of everyday existence. It’s in the gentle awareness that comes when someone understands the rhythms of your soul without a word spoken. The comfort of being known lies not in grand gestures, but in the subtle nuances of recognition—where a look, a pause, a smile holds the weight of a thousand words.
By Pritam Laskar6 days ago in Poets
Fish Face
Is it safe? Is it safe? It must be safe. I don’t hear any fishing lures plunking into the water or boats with trolling motors plying the surface of my lake. Yes, I said my lake, even though these air-breathing humans treat it and those of us living in its water as theirs. I have been battling with one of them for almost ten years. He started this war, but he’ll never win.
By Mark Gagnon4 days ago in Fiction
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