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Carminido
Mar 25, 2025
Poetry
Thriller
A breeze tiptoes through morning light,
Whispers secrets, soft and slight.
A leaf spins down in silent grace,
Like time forgetting to keep pace.
No need for reason, rhyme, or scheme—
Just drifting gently in a dream.
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