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Rust and Radiance

Though rust has kissed its iron frame,
its color burns, a quiet flame.


Forgotten use, yet beauty clings,
a relic speaks of fleeting things.

Time may erode, yet hues refuse,
to dim the stories they still choose.


An old red form the world may lose,
but in its presence, time renews.

Not all that ages fades away,
some grow brighter in their stay.

What seems forgotten still can glow,
teaching more than we may know.

Simi

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A lover of life and its divine details, I chose many professions, but writing chose me. The word infinity has always stirred a quiet wonder in me, about where we come from, where we’re going, and what lies beyond. It is this wonder that fuels my words. A certified life coach, dentist, nutritionist, dietitian, content creator, and French language enthusiast, I wear many hats, but at heart, I’m a seeker. A seeker of meaning, of beauty, of the unseen stories that surround us. To me, life is not a destination, but a sacred process of continuous learning, feeling, and unfolding. This space, Poetry and Fitness, is where my passions meet: emotional well-being, physical health, parenting reflections, and poetic expression. Through every post, every poem, and every quote, I hope to spark thought, healing, and a sense of connection. Thank you for being here. Let’s grow, heal, and rise together.

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