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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
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Nduta

In the heart of Nduta's days, a tale unfolds,
A lady named Nduta, in life's script, she strolled.
In mundane routines and patterns confined,
A whisper of change, a shift in her mind.

Through the haze of routine, a spark did gleam,
Nduta discovered, life's not just a dream.
A shift in perspective, a magical key,
Unlocking miracles, boundless and free.

From the ordinary, she took a new glance,
Danced with possibilities, life's joyful dance.
Miracles blossomed where once shadows lay,
Nduta realized, in change, a bright new day.

The world transformed, a canvas reborn,
A symphony of miracles, in every morn.
With open eyes and heart unfurled,
Nduta embraced a magical world.

So let it be known, in life's grand design,
Miracles unfold when perspectives align.
Nduta learned, with a heart aglow,
Change your view, and let miracles flow.

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