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No Regrets

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In the quiet aftermath of a love that once burned bright, they come with furrowed brows and curious eyes, all echoing the same inquiry. “Do you regret it? Do you regret loving him?” The question hangs in the air, a specter of the past that seeks to weigh down the heart. Yet, in the stillness of reflection, my answer is a resolute whisper, a declaration of strength born from the ashes of a bygone flame. “I will never regret loving him,” for in the act of giving my heart, I discovered my boundless capacity to feel, to endure, to hope. It was in the … Continue reading No Regrets

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Tie yourself to me

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Tie yourself to me, for in the embrace of our unity, the vastness between us is severed by the tender graze of my lips. They whisper across the miles, a delicate touch that quiets the weeping rose, its petals a testament to the tears of joy shed in the wake of love’s gentle caress. Tie yourself to me, for the sands of time may be mute, but our hearts converse in rhythms and beats, a symphony only we can comprehend. In the silence, where words dare not tread, your name becomes the anthem that fills the void, a sacred echo … Continue reading Tie yourself to me

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Just Words

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In these trying times, where shadows loom and silence reigns, we stand at the precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion. The world, so ravaged and bare, cries out for a sliver of hope, a beacon to pierce the overwhelming darkness. We are not mere fragments, adrift and alone; we are the sum of a greater whole, bound by the intangible threads of shared existence. It is the melody of life that binds us, the rhythm of beating hearts, the silent symphony of interconnected souls. In the embrace of another, we find the courage to believe once more. For in … Continue reading Just Words

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Our Story Unfolds

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Our story is not yet done, whispered by the winds that carry secrets through time. We, weary travelers, bear the weight of countless sunrises and moonlit nights etched into our souls. Bruised to the bone, we wear our scars like constellations, mapping the journey of our existence. Parts of us have departed, seeking elusive balance. They wander through the labyrinth of memories, tracing the contours of forgotten dreams. Each fragment, a puzzle piece yearning to reunite with its kin, dances on the edge of destiny. In the quiet hours, we listen to the echoes of our own longing. Seeking out … Continue reading Our Story Unfolds

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1988 – After a Hard Day of Work

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In the twilight of ’88, when the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the land, my ancestors bartered with life. They traded sustenance for survival, weaving threads of existence through the loom of necessity Three loaves of bread, warm from the hearth, exchanged hands for a goat’s weathered skin. The bread, a promise of full bellies, and the skin, a promise of warmth against the biting cold. A transaction etched in the ledger of survival. And a fat hen, plump and clucking, found herself in a dance of trade. Her feathers ruffled, her eyes sharp, she strutted her worth. … Continue reading 1988 – After a Hard Day of Work

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In the Arena of Life

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In the grand arena of existence, where souls collide and destinies entwine, we find ourselves caught in the dance of competition. From the individual’s heartbeat to the pulse of nations, the rhythm of rivalry echoes through time. Yet, there exists a whisper—a gentle murmur carried by the winds of empathy. It speaks of a different path, a road less traveled. For you, my friend, harbor a heart that beats not only for kin but for every fellow traveler on this cosmic journey. Remember those days when the sun painted the sky with innocence, and the world was a canvas of … Continue reading In the Arena of Life

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Petite Amour

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This my silly heart, so small, a fragile vessel stitched together with whispers and stardust. It beats in syncopated rhythms, a clandestine dance beneath the ribcage. And then there’s love—mon amour—grandiose, a tempest that defies gravity, that spills over the edges of existence. Picture it: love as a nomad, untethered, riding the wind’s currents. It flits through open windows, rustles curtains, and leaves traces of saffron and longing. It descends, a feathered comet, alighting on the branch of a pomegranate tree. There, it loosens ruby seeds—the secrets of passion, the taste of forbidden kisses. But love is capricious. It falls, … Continue reading Petite Amour

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Unapologetically Me

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I am the woman of my own dreams, a constellation of desires that need no permission to sparkle. No longer do I seek validation from hollow echoes; my worth is etched in stardust and fire. My wishes unfurl like silk ribbons, and the universe nods in agreement. My wish is my command, whispered to the cosmos as I paint my reality with bold strokes. The canvas of my life stretches wide, waiting for the hues of my choosing—crimson courage, azure adventure, and golden resilience. With hands unshackled, I lay each brick upon the foundation of existence. My life is my own, a cathedral … Continue reading Unapologetically Me

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Father

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Allow me to be the mirror of my dark days, reflecting their shadows and scars. Let me hold up the glass to my own soul, unflinching, unafraid. For it is in this raw reflection that I find the seeds of transformation. And the echo of my truths—those whispered confessions, those unspoken longings—they resonate within me. They bounce off the walls of my heart, reverberating through time. Teach me to listen, not just with my ears, but with the depths of my being. Let me hear the symphony of my existence—the dissonance and harmony, the crescendos, and lulls. Teach me to … Continue reading Father

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Whispers of the Soul

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I saw my soul once, near my father’s grave, crying. It wept silently, its tears mingling with the dew-kissed grass. The wind carried its sorrow, and the heavens bore witness to its ache. In that sacred moment, I felt the weight of eternity—the fragile thread that binds us to memory and loss. Crying is what I do when the winds blow, when the world turns its back on my solitude. The sky knows my secrets, the hidden crevices of my heart. And I am alone, a solitary wanderer in the vast expanse of night. Against the darkness, I fight for my … Continue reading Whispers of the Soul