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OneDay
17 December 2025, 11:50
The moonlit garden feels like a stage for my verses, yet everyone keeps turning a blind eye. If only the townsfolk would pause to listen, I’d feel less alone. The silver tree keeps its secrets, and I keep writing in the hope that someday the world will read my words. But today, my poems are stuck in the wind, unheard. #dreamers #stillwaiting πŸŒ™