Passed all world biaind

 

Wordless power

In the soft embrace of twilight's hue, 

Where art speaks secrets only hearts construe, 

Brushstrokes blend the pain and joy we feel, 

Silent whispers, helping wounds to heal.

Compassion flows in acts so small and bright, 

A touch, a smile, in the gentle night, 

These bonds we weave with love so tenderly, 

Heal the soul, set the spirit free.

Art and kindness, woven in life's thread, 

Bring peace to weary minds, to hearts once bled, 

In this space, no words are needed here, 

Just healing light, love's echo, ever near.

Enchant made soul probable

 

Paper wisdom withers

In the quiet of the quill's dance, 

Wisdom whispers with a wistful glance. 

On paper pristine, theories shine, 

Yet in practice, they often decline.

Ideas ignite, ideologues assert, 

Truths they tout with fervent flirt. 

But when ideals meet reality's art, 

They falter, fail, and then fall apart.

From visions of wealth without the strain, 

To tales of equality that ended in vain, 

Bold proclamations in justice's name, 

Utopian dreams that never became.

Theories thrive in minds so bright, 

But stumble, stagger in the light. 

Experience, that ageless sage, 

Turns the chapter's page.

For wisdom on paper may seem divine, 

Yet practice, my friend, is the truest sign. 

Adapt, amend, adjust with grace, 

And theory’s truth will find its place.

Whole applause serenely coexist

 

Observe learn them balance

 

Wisdom Burdens Fools

 A wise man’s weight, a heavy haul, 

Deep thoughts dance in a daunting fall. 

Foolish fun, free from the fray, 

Joyful jesters jive and play.

Sage sees shadows, subtle sighs, 

Contemplation clouds the skies. 

Folly finds a field of flowers, 

Leaps in light, laughs for hours.

Burdens borne by the keen of mind, 

Complex truths, conflicts entwined. 

Bliss blooms in the simple soul, 

Carefree, wild, and whole.