Baskadia

Selfless Soul

A heart that beats for others' sake, A mind that thinks of their well-being, A soul that gives without the take, This is the essence of selfless being. With actions pure and intentions kind, The selfless soul spreads love and light, And leaves a trail of goodness behind, In a world that often lacks in sight. For selflessness is not about sacrifice, But a way of life, a noble art, To lift others up, to pay the price, And mend the broken world apart. So let us strive to be selfless souls, And make

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

Amidst the stillness of the night, A pronoun whispered on the air

Amidst the stillness of the night, A pronoun whispered on the air, A sound so small, yet full of might, A symbol of a love so rare. For she is more than just a word, More than just a simple sound, She is the one that we've preferred, The one that we have always found. In her we see a world of grace, A beauty that transcends all art, A gentle smile upon her face, A beating of a loving heart. Yet in the end, what is she but, A passing breeze, a fleeting dream, A memory that slowly cuts, A wound th

DEATH OF A JAZZMAN

Death of a Jazzman We danced and clapped The euphoria he gave us made us laugh For many days we sang around that fire he made us. In that cold winter he was our warmth. Neither of us imagined he would leave this forest we camped We all saw him leaving carrying his sax As he kept moving we felt he packed our peace of mind From a far we could hear sounds of a train moving Our Jazzman was heading to the train station But why? Didn't we give him the fun, laughter and joy? We watched to his fading in

Embracing the Present Moment

Let the world around you fade away, and focus on the present moment. This moment is yours to cherish and experience fully.

A dead soul's poem

Just me, trying to cope up with loneliness and online class.

The soul's journey

This is the journey of soul. When soul dies, she has to choose one way.

Mind and soul

Bugs could give substantial taste to food - and help climate - researchers find Flavorings produced using mealworms might one day at some point be involved on comfort food as a wellspring of protein Bugs can be transformed into meat-like flavors, giving an all the more harmless to the ecosystem option in contrast to conventional meat choices, researchers have found. Mealworms, the larval type of the yellow mealworm scarab, have been cooked with sugar by scientists who observed that the outcome i

ABYSS 2

continuation of abyss

The beyond

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down, I want the sky and the earth wants me The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet The darkness screams to me "Down!" And the sun says "Up!" to me I'm the uncomforted of the horizon I'm the night watcher of countless graves Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.

The soul of college basketball – and the madness

The soul of college basketball – and the madness of March – is alive and well in the mid-majors The NCAA tournament might be college basketball’s most high-profile showcase of the desperate, win-or-go-home style of basketball that makes March one of the most special times of the year. But before those games, before millions of people fill out their brackets and start putting their faith in schools they’ve never heard of, potential Cinderella stories battle for their basketball lives. In front of

Soul Cry

In the depths of despair, my soul cries out, Amidst a sea of faces, none can rout. In the church's embrace, I found no solace, Reflecting in the mirror, an empty space. But then, a phrase from an old sage's tongue, Blessed with wisdom, where hope had sprung. I spoke those words, and in that fleeting trance, All fell silent, in a peaceful dance. The storm within subsided, the chaos ceased, In those whispered verses, my soul found peace. So in the midst of my darkest night, A beacon of light, rest

Crying soul

In the tender whispers of twilight's embrace, A sweet poem weaves its grace, For a little crying soul to find solace, In verses that gently mend and erase. Through teardrops that glisten like stars above, Love's essence whispers with gentle love, In each line, a warm hug to enfold, To heal the heart, so weary and cold. With stardust ink and moonlit rhyme, The poem sings a lullaby sublime, Embracing sorrow, embracing pain, A comforting balm to ease the strain. Oh, little soul, don't you weep, For

English Literature.By Professor Tanvir Ali Khatana.

The Heartfelt Development: Wordsworth was a vital figure in the Heartfelt development, which underlined feeling, creative mind, and the magnificence of nature. The Lake School: Wordsworth, alongside Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey, framed the Lake School, a gathering of writers who drew motivation from the regular magnificence of the Lake Locale. The Idyllic Self: Wordsworth's verse frequently investigates the writer's own considerations, sentiments, and encounters, making a feeling of closeness and association with the peruser. Inheritance: Wordsworth's verse has impacted English writing and culture. He: Helped shape the Heartfelt development and the advancement of verse Affected ages of journalists, including John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley Keeps on being generally perused and concentrated on today Might you want to find out about William

LOGOS; PROJECTION IS BUT SOUL

Spiritual poem about the origin of the soul

The soul behind the salt - Salt's Smokehouse

Salt’s Smokehouse started the way all great stories do: around a table, over good food, with a lot of bold ideas and even bolder flavours. Founded by three friends with zero hospitality background and 100% obsession with great barbecue, Salt’s was never meant to be another cookie-cutter restaurant. No culinary school. No fine-dining pedigree. Just real people with full-time jobs, full hearts, and a shared hunger for juicy brisket, tender ribs, and smoky goodness that actually hits. The name “Sal

Save our soul: Aleniboro community

ILORIN EMIRATE COUNCIL

Soul

Body is just like a cloth of the soul nothing more than thisand nothing less. You are god’s creature. You are lovely and beautiful if you have good soul which is beyond this nature. Oh man connect your soul with god due to which we came to meditate

Crying soul

A soul of lamentations, full of guilt, fears and discouraged

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