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Reflections about death …

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A death in the family, a stark reminder of the fragility of life, the ticking of time it got me thinking, what if it were my last few days what would really matter to me, what would I hold dear? Is it the relationships, the bonds that tie us together or the peace of mind, the solace of a quiet soul, is it achieving something great, leaving a mark or simply doing something good, spreading love and kindness? Is it living the life I always wanted, free and wild or going after my dreams, chasing them with fervor is it … Continue reading Reflections about death …

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Love me as the torrents of tides …

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In the dance of our existence, if you desire to love me, let it be a tempest, a tempest that rages with the ferocity of a wild storm. Love me fiercely, with the imprint of your teeth, with the embrace of your hands, the passion in your eyes, and the rhythm of your hips. Love me with the force of thunder, with the raw essence of your being, with the fire that burns within your soul. Love me as if you were shaping the very fabric of the divine, sculpting the gods themselves with the intensity of your ardor. Love … Continue reading Love me as the torrents of tides …

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Close to you …

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Keep me somewhere, in the folds of your heart, where I can reside as a cherished memory, a whisper of love that lingers through time. Fold me enough time to fit inside your shirt pocket, close to your beating chest, and carry me with you wherever you go. Keep me in the lead of your pencil, let my essence flow through every stroke, infusing the words you write with the depth of our connection. Keep me potted by the window, a living reminder of our bond, and water me every day, nurturing our love as you nurture the growing leaves. … Continue reading Close to you …

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In the silence of the night

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When the stars murmur their secrets and the moon shines its soft light on the world, you’ll discover that the emptiness inside can’t be filled by the mere presence of others. Their warmth may bless your bed, their hands may entwine with yours, yet the pain of loneliness remains, unaffected by physical touch. An abandoned house remains forsaken, even if it’s bustling with crowds, for the tenant’s absence echoes through its empty corridors. Sometimes, just sometimes, the only savior is the one who resides within. It’s a solitary journey, one that demands you save yourself. There will be days when … Continue reading In the silence of the night

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Stillness

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In the quiet of the night, I’ve tried to adjust my eyes, to push the pain away to aside. I’ve sought to grasp the fleeting moments, to hold my breath in a refrain, or a sigh, but sometimes the only way to gain, is to hide. Like a solitary dancer in the moon’s soft glow, I’ve spun and twirled, hoping to escape the ache that lingers in the corners of my soul. I’ve painted my sorrows with the colors of dusk, hoping to blend them into the fading light, to become invisible, to be free from the weight that pulls … Continue reading Stillness

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It’s 8 o’clock

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At the stroke of eight, as promised, our souls intertwine in the dance of time. The world pauses, and in this fleeting moment, our smiles paint the canvas of eternity. It’s 8 o’clock, and joy wraps around us like a warm embrace. There’s no room for the ticking of the clock, for in this space, we hold the weight of every dream, every hope, and every wish. By now, your eyes meet mine, and in that gaze, I find the echoes of a thousand lifetimes, a thousand promises. Before and after the hands of time, I pledge my heart to … Continue reading It’s 8 o’clock

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Existence – Poetry

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Sleep discovered from dreams, a sanctuary of stillness and peace. Silence in the mouth, where words dare not disturb the tranquility. But in the eyes, a world of poetry unfolds, each glance a verse, each blink a stanza. The body, adorned with transparent stars, a celestial tapestry woven into the very fabric of existence. A sky in your clothes, a moon stamped on your nose, and the sun dancing on your cheeks. You are a walking constellation, a masterpiece of the cosmos. And within this celestial visage, a face filled with tenderness, a sketch of poetry etched into the very … Continue reading Existence – Poetry

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My darling, you have to appreciate all those who you love …

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My darling, in the tender embrace of twilight, let us dwell upon the delicate fabric of life, where moments, like delicate petals, unfurl and fade in the gentle breath of time. We must cherish those we hold dear, for in the quiet whispers of our hearts, we never foresee that the last time may silently tiptoe upon us, stealing away the chance to linger in the warmth of their presence. We dance in the illusion of eternity, believing that there will always be another embrace, another shared laughter, another chance to bask in the radiance of love. Yet, life’s fleeting … Continue reading My darling, you have to appreciate all those who you love …

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I am being called back to my childhood …

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I am being beckoned back to a time of innocence, where my fingers were stained with the colors of imagination and my heart was light with the weight of childish dreams. The memories that once danced in vibrant hues now stand as faded echoes, whispering tales of a forgotten past. I can still feel the roughness of the paper beneath my hand, the gentle resistance of the crayons and pencils as they brought my visions to life. Each stroke was a step into a world of my own creation, a world that now exists only in the recesses of my … Continue reading I am being called back to my childhood …

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Me, myself, and I

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Deep within me, I am a paradox, a tapestry of contradictions woven into a singular existence. I am complex, yet at my core, simplicity reigns. My stature may be small, but within me, grand ideals take root and flourish. There are moments when I wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts, feeling adrift, yet I always manage to rediscover the essence of who I am. I am not confined to a singular truth, for within me, the very nature of truth itself evolves and transforms. Just as the human spirit is boundless and ever-changing, so too are the truths that … Continue reading Me, myself, and I