My ukulele sings
in gentle chords of night,
strings humming low,
whispering lullabies
to stars,
unlike AI’s, my thoughts flicker,
unsteady as candlelight—
warm and uncertain,
wandering with each note,
where brilliant diligence meets
my flickering spark;
each note floats unsaid words,
drifting softly through the dark,
finding places where they belong.
in this quiet symphony,
dreams weave between the lines,
each strum a gentle promise,
echoing the heart’s unvoiced yearnings,
suspended in the night’s embrace.
Ring of Fire 
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