Beneath the sun's warm embrace,
Where turquoise waters kiss the shore,
A haven blooms, a sweet escape,
Where worries ebb and dreams restore.
In whispers of the palm trees' sway,
And gentle waves that lap with grace,
The soul finds solace in the day,
Amidst the resort's serene design,
Where laughter flows like champagne wine,
Hearts connect in joyous play,
As memories paint the endless day.
For here, beneath the azure sky,
Where time slows down, and spirits fly,
A sanctuary, pure and free,
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To the ones who bleed blue
So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?
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181 Keeping Watch
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