That breath of fresh air, a sign we're alive,
Don’t take it for granted—let it drive.
Each day is a canvas, a deed to be sown,
A seed of success, waiting to be grown.
-AnnaRosa
Whispers in the shadows
To see me as I am not,
To accept me as I truly stand—
You speak of me when I am gone,
Whispering my name in shadows, withdrawn.
Is it because your thoughts are small,
Or do you find your time too brief to call?
And see what is truly in the misted fall—
The hidden truths that bind us all.
-AnnaRosa
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