No Return
When you burn, you can return
It might take time, but don’t hide
No return until you take a U-turn
Life isn’t easy, but don’t make it sleazy
You earn to make a return
Things won’t change if you don’t arrange
No return until you feel the burn
Day 5
I won’t use unnecessary perspire to write this post. I let the AI Assistant block write something.
A rhyming poem by AI Assistant about Christmas
In the warmth of the hearth, as we gather near,
Laughter and love fill the air with good cheer.
Outside, the chill bites, but inside we aspire,
To cherish each moment and never perspire.
With cocoa and cookies, the night feels just right,
As we share in the joy of this magical night.
The spirit of Christmas, a spark we admire,
Kindles our hearts with a warm, bright fire.
The Fear
The fear is near when you don’t know how you feel
It feels real, and you’re not very keen
It’s the fear that makes you shed a tear
Feel free to have the fear
It won’t be here if you just cheer
The fear is gone when you stay at home
In my world 