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One more step - Poem

One More Step Sometimes I wonder how many times I've almost given up, how many mornings I woke up feeling tired of trying. How often I whispered that I couldn't do it anymore, yet somehow found the strength to face another day. There are moments when the road seems endless, when every little step feels smaller than the last. I watch others reaching places I'm still dreaming of, and wonder if perhaps I'm simply moving too slowly. But then I think about everything I've already survived. The disappointments, the mistakes, the unexpected turns, the days when I had nothing left but a little hope, and still managed to find my way through the darkness. Maybe courage isn't always about being fearless. Perhaps it's getting up when nobody sees you fall, trying again when your heart is full of doubts, and believing that even the smallest steps matter. And tomorrow, if life feels difficult again, I'll remind myself that I don't need to see the finish line. I onl...
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Give Me Your Sunday - Poem

Give Me Your Sunday

Give me your Sunday, your unhurried day,
No clocks on the walls telling us to run away,
Give me your sleepy eyes, your hair undone,
And coffee that grows cold beneath the morning sun.

Give me the silence between every word,
The soft little laugh that nobody else heard,
Your feet next to mine underneath tangled sheets,
And nowhere to go, no one we have to meet.

Let's walk without knowing exactly where to go,
Through streets where the autumn leaves quietly blow,
Your hand inside mine, no reason, no plan,
Just stealing small kisses whenever we can.

Give me the afternoon curled up by your side,
A book left unread and the whole world outside,
Let rain touch the windows, let hours drift through—
I don't need adventure if I'm spending it with you.

And when evening arrives with its soft golden light,
Stay until the stars start appearing at night,
No promises whispered, no forever to prove—
Just one ordinary Sunday wrapped gently in love.

You can keep all the Fridays, the noise and the fun,
The crowded bright Saturdays chasing the sun,
But if there's one piece of your life I could choose—
Give me your Sunday... and I'll give mine to you. ❤️
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