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Follow your heart
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I do not know, but in your gaze truth lies.
What life was mine before your light broke through?
The seas are fiercer now, but they’re for you.
WHEN ONE EYE LOOKS AHEAD
“The night before my first university exam, doubts swirled in my mind. What if I failed? What if I lost myself in the pursuit of success? I picked up my pen and wrote to find clarity…”
When one eye looks ahead,
The other seeks the hidden thread.
I rush forward, doubts cast behind,
And the wind strikes sharp, unkind.
But if I lose my inner flame,
The path dissolves, a fleeting game.
Flowers bow in silent grief,
And all I sought becomes too brief.
Battling whims with futile tears,
I waste my strength through empty fears.
To understand is not to yield,
But to stand firm, with soul as shield.
Eyes, mirrors of a restless soul,
Veiled by storms that take their toll.
Inside, a tempest churns and sighs,
While peace, elusive, shuns the skies.
Flames rage, searing heart and mind,
Agonies leave no solace behind.
Doubts, fears, and fierce reproach ignite,
Until the soul reclaims its light.
A weakened spirit bends and breaks,
Steeped in the trials life undertakes.
Yet strength within, a steadfast guide,
Holds the body when all else has died.
“Vices are evil,” the wise declare,
Yet truth and virtue are rarely fair.
When judgment falls, swift and austere,
Even the proud bow low in fear.
But when thoughts rise, the chariot rolls,
To wage a war within the soul.
And only those who endure the test,
Will stand and say, “Hold fast! I’m blessed!”
NEARLY TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO
“Visiting Dostoevsky’s museum was a pilgrimage. As I stood by his desk, I felt the weight of his words, timeless and true. This poem is my tribute to him, to his city, and to his legacy…”
Nearly two hundred years ago,
The ink first etched its sacred flow,
Through tortured minds and silent halls,
It shaped the world within these walls.
A city swathed in smoke and stone,
Bore witness to the seeds he’d sown.
His quill revealed the aching cries,
The human soul, its lowly skies.
Through guilt’s embrace and maddened love,
He sought the heavens up above.
His seizures—gifts, both curse and grace,
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