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I want to live in a house made of poetry II

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I want to live in a house made of poetry, where every corner echoes with the rhythm of words and the walls are adorned with verses. In this house, the air is thick with the scent of metaphors and the floors are paved with stanzas. I would wrap myself in blankets woven from the lines of my favorite poems, feeling the warmth of their meaning seep into my bones as I drift into a slumber of lyrical dreams. When morning comes, I would bathe in the essence of poetry, letting it cleanse my spirit and awaken my senses. The words … Continue reading I want to live in a house made of poetry II

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Pay attention to the little things

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In the delicate dance of life, it’s the subtle nuances that whisper the truth. The heavy sighs that linger in the air, the awkward silences that speak volumes, the hesitant words that falter on the tongue – they are the silent messengers, bearing secrets untold. Pay heed to the little things, for they are the breadcrumbs that lead to the heart’s hidden chambers. The weight of a sigh, the weight of a heavy heart; the awkward silence, a reflection of unspoken turmoil; the hesitant speech, a veil for unspoken fears. In the quiet spaces between words, in the pregnant pauses, … Continue reading Pay attention to the little things

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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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Miracles …

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In the quiet chambers of my soul, I am but a witness to the unfolding tapestry of miracles. Each breath that graces my being, a wondrous gift of life, a miracle in its own right. The beating of my heart, an intricate rhythm orchestrated by forces beyond comprehension, a miracle that sustains me through the ebb and flow of existence. I am but a humble traveler, navigating the labyrinth of time and space, guided by the constellations of miracles that illuminate my path. In the gentle caress of the morning sun, in the whispered secrets of the wind, and in … Continue reading Miracles …