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Let me forget my sorrows

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In the hush of dusk, a plea whispered softly in the breeze, “Untie me…” A yearning, aching melody that echoes through the chambers of the heart. With each step, a delicate dance through the tapestry of seasons, I seek solace in the rustling of autumn leaves, the tender embrace of springtime fields. Each raindrop a caress, a reminder of your touch that lingers on my skin. Words caught in my throat like thorns, suffocating the unsaid truths that beg to be released. My gaze, veiled from the world outside, seeking solace in the shelter of your eyes that hold the … Continue reading Let me forget my sorrows

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Mourning…

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In the intricate dance of life and death, we are confronted with a profound truth – that the ones we kill within ourselves do not truly perish. Death, in all its grandeur, cannot extinguish the essence that resides within us. It may, in its cruelest form, separate us from those we hold dear, but it cannot erase the intricate tapestry of souls interwoven in our lives. The pain we bear stems not from the finality of death, but from the lingering absence it leaves behind. In death, there is no true end, only a poignant farewell, a perpetual void that … Continue reading Mourning…

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Tell me

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Tell me when it gets better, whisper it softly in my ear like a promise of tomorrow’s sunrise. Ask me about the dreamer that died, the one who dared to chase after the stars and got lost in the vast expanse of the universe. Give me a reason to not get comfortable in this skin, to keep pushing against the boundaries that confine me. Show me the silver lining, even if it’s just a faint glimmer in the darkest of nights. Remind me about the goodness in people, the kindness that still lingers in the world despite all the darkness. … Continue reading Tell me

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Some souls are thousands of miles away and yet we can hear their hearts beat in us

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There are souls that resonate with ours in a way that defies physical distance. They may be separated by thousands of miles, oceans, and continents, but their essence lingers within us, pulsating in harmony with our own heartbeat. It is a mystical connection that transcends the limitations of space and time, weaving a bond that is unbreakable and eternal. Their whispers of love, their echoes of laughter, and their silent cries of pain reverberate within the chambers of our soul, creating a symphony of emotions that only the heart can understand. We may not see them with our eyes or … Continue reading Some souls are thousands of miles away and yet we can hear their hearts beat in us

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I love …

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I love bluntly, for pleasure, union of the vertebrae, conjunction of the knees, saucy, beautifully, overdose of courage and for not having judgment, lack of occupation, longing, rules. I love the looks, the moonlight, the taste of the kiss, the naughty smiles, joy without reason and feet off the ground. I love the feeling of belonging to my love, by the cold in the hands, shivering legs, goosebumps at the back of the neck. I also love because loving gives me thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I love the absence of theories to love. I love because I get … Continue reading I love …

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Take my hand

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In the quiet embrace of the night, I offer you a choice that echoes through the chambers of my heart. A choice so profound, it stirs the very essence of our souls. Will you choose to rest your weary head upon the soft curve of my chest, finding solace in the rhythm of my heartbeat? Or will you choose to etch your final breaths onto the delicate parchment of my poetry, forever immortalized in the ink of my love? In this moment of vulnerability, I lay bare my deepest desires before you, hoping that you will see the depth of … Continue reading Take my hand

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My love

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My heart whispers, “Please, take me, awaken me from this slumber.” For even in the cold embrace of the season, it remains steadfast in love, awaiting the warmth of the sun and the light that dances in your eyes. Like the maple, my heart lies dormant too, waiting for the touch of your hand to bring it back to life. To feel the stirrings of love and passion once more, to bloom like the flowers in spring, and to bask in the radiance of your presence. So, my love, take my heart and let it beat in sync with yours. … Continue reading My love

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Sunflower

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In the secret of life, each turn of the road holds a mystery waiting to unfold. Who knows what may lie around the next corner? A gentle whisper of anticipation dances in the air, urging us to continue our journey with open hearts and curious minds. As we walk along the winding path of destiny, there may be a window somewhere ahead, a portal to a world unseen. Through its transparent panes, a vision of beauty awaits, a field of sunflowers swaying in the golden light of dawn. Each petal a vibrant brushstroke in nature’s masterpiece, each stem a testament … Continue reading Sunflower

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Beneath my chest

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In the quiet moments of solitude, I often found myself drawn to the rhythm beneath my chest, where the symphony of life played out in a dance of breath and heartbeat. With each gentle touch, I felt the subtle tremors of existence, a reminder of the intricate machinery that sustained me. It was not a mystical force that pulsed within me, but a raw, tangible power—the power to persist, to persevere in the face of trials and tribulations. A power not of spells or incantations, but of resilience and fortitude, the sheer will to continue on when the world grows … Continue reading Beneath my chest

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These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams

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In the hushed embrace of moonlit nights, the poet’s words linger like whispers of a secret shared only between kindred spirits. Each syllable, each verse, carries the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions, woven delicately into a tapestry of dreams. His lovers, not of flesh and bone, but of ink and parchment, dance in the ethereal realm of his creation. They are the embodiment of his deepest desires, his fears, his hopes — all pregnant with dreams waiting to be birthed into the world. With pen in hand, he breathes life into their existence, shaping their essence with the stroke … Continue reading These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams