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I learnt from the flowers …

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I wasn’t always a woman, I wasn’t always this soft; I had to learn from the flowers after the storm, how to be, and how to survive them, both. I am the bloom that rises from the wreckage, the petal that unfurls in the aftermath of chaos. I am the alchemy of strength and vulnerability, the resilience that emerges from the tempest, softened by the gentle touch of grace. I learned from the flowers, those delicate warriors who bow to the fury of the storm and rise again, adorned with the shimmering pearls of rain. I learned to weather the … Continue reading I learnt from the flowers …

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Your eyes: the color of poetry

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I am seeking the very flowers in your eyes, let me rest my gaze on your iris! Pollinated pupil; ripe. Ripe with meaning, swollen with assurance. God’s tongue. You speak to me in the forgotten language of souls. I remember how we used to speak through silence before all the noise came. In the garden of your eyes, I find the blossoms of truth, delicate petals that whisper secrets only the heart can hear. Each glance is a dance, a ballet of emotions that twirls and pirouettes, painting a picture of love and understanding. Your eyes are the windows to … Continue reading Your eyes: the color of poetry

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Ma belle amie …

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Le corps n’oublie jamais rien ! Elle a avancé comme une automate, résignée et bien droite, aristocrate, mais elle portait des souliers de plomb. D’un coup, son décor en carton a explosé. Et elle se débat, pour enfin vivre, lâcher ses combats, pour enfin rire, mais elle est fatiguée de tant de lourdeur, elle ne voulait que l’amour, le bonheur ! Ma belle amie, je voudrais tant t’aider. Je peux te donner ma tendresse et t’aimer, je peux te dire de croire en la magie, magie de cet univers qui crée la vie ! Le poids de la douleur, il … Continue reading Ma belle amie …

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At 3:13 am

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At 3:13 am on that fateful December night, love came to me in all its glory and splendor. It was a love that knew no bounds, a love that defied all logic and reason. I loved bluntly, with a passion that burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. For me, love was not just a feeling, but a physical sensation, a union of the vertebrae and the conjunction of the knees. It was saucy and beautiful, an overdose of courage that allowed me to love without judgment, without rules or restrictions. I loved the looks, the moonlight, the … Continue reading At 3:13 am

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I wish you …

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where the crackling of a cozy fire fills the air, casting a warm glow that banishes the chill of the night. But above all, when the world is blanketed in a soft embrace of snowflakes, I wish for you something more profound, more enduring—I wish you love. Love that wraps around you like a soft, comforting blanket, shielding you from the harshness of the world. Love that dance in the flickering flames, casting a gentle radiance that warms the soul. Love that weave through the hushed whispers of the falling snow, a timeless melody that speaks of tenderness and compassion. … Continue reading I wish you …

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Rain

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In the midst of the relentless rain and the persistent tapping of the wind against my window, I find myself drawn to the act of writing. The rain, with its gentle pitter-patter, has always held a mysterious allure for me. It stirs something within my soul, coaxing out words that have long been dormant, waiting to be released. Perhaps it is the way the rain and the silence intertwine, creating a symphony of their own. A melody that speaks in whispers, carrying secrets and stories within its gentle cadence. Or perhaps it is the realization that the rain falls not … Continue reading Rain

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Your name

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I long to fill my mouth with your name, to savor the syllables that make up the core of your existence. To roll each letter on my tongue, relishing the sweetness of your name as it glides across my lips like a melody. Your name, a whispered prayer that lingers in the air, a symphony of sounds that harmonizes with the beat of my heart. Your name, a tapestry of emotions woven into each letter, a sacred incantation that conjures memories and dreams. I long to hold it on my breath, to release it into the world like a secret … Continue reading Your name

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Your hands on my body speak to me about you …

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In the quiet whispers of the night, I feel you. Your hands on my body speak of a language only we understand, a tale of longing and belonging. Each touch etches a story, a narrative of love and passion, painting a portrait of us on the canvas of time. My lips on your skin, a silent confession, speak of desires and dreams, leaving an imprint of my essence upon you, a mark of my love that transcends the physical. In the union of our bodies and souls, we become an irrevocable “us,” intertwined in a dance of fate and destiny. … Continue reading Your hands on my body speak to me about you …

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I will find you …

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In the vast expanse of every life unlived, in the uncharted territories of every land not seen, I seek you. In the symphonies of every music not yet heard, and in the poignant silence that echoes into the wind, I search for your presence, your essence. I yearn for you in every thrill ever tasted, and in the elusive thrills left unfelt. In the vastness of the sea ever sailed, and in the unspoken words that linger in the depths of my soul, I seek your imprint. I rummage through the things put away, the unworn clothes, and in the … Continue reading I will find you …

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At the end …

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At the end, when the final curtain falls and the last chapter is written, what words will linger in the corridors of your mind? Will it be the echoes of a whispered “I love you,” or the melody of a song that danced through the chambers of your heart? When you close your eyes for the very last time, what will you see? Will it be a forest bidding its last farewell, or a sunset casting its golden glow over the endless expanse of the ocean? Perhaps it will be a kaleidoscope of memories, each fragment a window to the … Continue reading At the end …