Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
09.11.2025
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Philosophical Style — Signs of Time
Beneath the soil, in darkness deep,
The groundhog dreams while others sleep.
A shadow cast, a shadow gone,
Yet life moves ever, dusk to dawn.
The world awaits his silent say,
To mark the passing of the gray.
We ponder signs, we question fate,
Yet seasons turn, it’s never late.
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