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Say It Again

They say every truth has had its day, Every word worn down by time’s decay. But still I speak, though echoes ring— Not for the crown, but for the king. Perhaps it’s carved in ancient stone, Or whispered when we’re most alone. Yet silence grew where sound had been, So if no one heard—say it again. The poet wept it in a rhyme, The prophet screamed it through the grime. The child drew it in the sand, The elder reached with trembling hand. But ears were deaf, or minds were closed, And hearts in fear became enclosed. So though it feels like worn refrain, For love and loss—say it again. Say it with fire, or soft like prayer, Say it in rooms where no one dares. If truth once knocked and no one came, Then knock once more, and speak the same. For words don’t die just 'cause they’re old, They rise again, bold yet untold. And if it’s real, and cuts like pain, It must be said—again, again.
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Truth So Simple

Through shadows cast by mighty trees,  
Where whispers drift upon the breeze,  
A quiet hum begins to grow,  
A voice the world has yet to know.  

Not the roar of crowded halls,  
Nor echoing chants through marble walls;  
But soft and steady, clear and bright,  
A spark that pierces endless night.  

A child’s plea, a trembling word,  
A truth so simple, yet unheard.  
The smallest voices, raw and pure,  
Bear cries of change that will endure.  

A ripple spreads across the sea,  
A beacon guiding hearts to see.  
Their call, though faint, can shift the tide,  
And topple mountains long denied.  

For courage blooms where fear once reigned,  
And wisdom grows where hearts have pained.  
The smallest voices, sharp and keen,  
Reveal the dreams we’ve never seen.  

So hear the whispers, soft and low,  
The truths that gentle souls bestow.  
For even stars in endless skies  
Are born from sparks the world denies.

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