Cherish the good heart...

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Sometimes a good heart is like a quiet candle in a loud room. It burns gently, gives warmth, and asks for nothing in return. But people often notice fireworks more than candles.  Not because the candle is less beautiful, but because the world has grown used to noise, not sincerity. A pure heart gives, listens, forgives, and stays. And because it stays, people begin to believe it will always stay. So they test it. They stretch it. Sometimes they break pieces of it… thinking it will still glow the same. And the good heart wonders: If I give so much love, why does no one hold it carefully? But the truth is, many people do not recognize the value of a gentle soul until they have already wounded it. A good heart wants to be cherished not because it is weak, but because love, by its nature, longs to be received. A river does not flow only to itself, it flows to reach the ocean. 🌊 But one day, the pure heart learns something deeper. Not through advice. Not through books. But through sile...

My family's love, a distant song...


In the silent halls where echoes fade,  
I wander lost, in shadows shade,  
My family's love, a distant song,  
Unheard, unnoticed, all along.  

Their eyes like stars, cold and distant,  
No warmth, no comfort, so persistent,  
In their embrace, an empty space,  
A void where love should find its place.  

Yet still, I yearn for their tender touch,  
A fleeting hope, I cling to much,  
But in this realm of darkened hue,  
My family's love, alas, rings untrue.
~Ambivertsyed  

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