Life is like a rented house at first,
a temporary refuge, where dreams may burst.
In seeking a home that feels truly sincere,
where love grows strong, with nothing to fear.

I thank those who’ve read my written word,
your time is a treasure, a gift that’s unheard.
Though I may fade like leaves in the breeze,
my thoughts will echo, carried with ease.

They aren’t just words that drift with no aim,
but memories deep, like a lingering flame.
Like beacons in fog, your light guides my way,
your support is a bond that will never decay.

To all who read these lines, chase your dreams bright,
even in storms that rage through the night.
Be like seeds in the soil, breaking through ground,
creating landscapes where hope can be found.

In life, love shines bright like the sun in the sky,
with days full of joy and moments to cry.
Though it may seem that no one takes heed,
there are eyes that see and hearts that can read.

Write what you feel, don’t hide in the dark,
let dreams light your path, ignite the spark.
If you were once poor, with nothing to share,
never give up, your story is rare.

Your life is a lighthouse, guiding in shadow,
inspiring others, keeping hearts aglow.
Each word is a bridge, a connection we weave,
spreading the seeds of the hope we believe.

Achieved and fulfilled was the act of creation,
living and sharing, a heartfelt celebration.
This is my last writing in this fleeting place,
I thank those who offered their time and their grace.

May smiles and hugs, not given, take flight,
carried by breezes in the soft morning light.
Let’s not wait to speak in our final refrain,
thank you for listening, for joy and for pain.

May our hearts keep beating, like songs in the air,
and if tomorrow we merge with the breeze without care,
to fade into twilight, just a memory in sight,
may our hearts go on expressing love's light.


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