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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

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Open wide horizons

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In the quiet moments of contemplation, I often find myself pondering the curious paradox of human nature — the strange hypocrisy that leads us to yearn for the confines of walls, when our true essence is meant to roam freely in every corner of the world. What unseen force drives us to seek shelter in the familiar, to build barriers around our hearts and minds, when the vast expanse of the universe beckons us to explore, to expand, to grow? Perhaps it is fear that binds us to these self-imposed limitations, fear of the unknown, fear of the boundless possibilities … Continue reading Open wide horizons

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I cannot really offer you much, but I can offer you that empty spot of carpet next to me…

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In a world where material possessions often take precedence, I find solace in the simplicity of what I can offer you. It may not be grand or extravagant, but it is heartfelt and sincere. I extend to you that empty spot of carpet next to me, a space where we can sit side by side and share moments that are as precious as they are fleeting. Late nights spent in each other’s company, the quiet hum of the night enveloping us, are moments I cherish. I offer you my thoughts, my words, and my music, pieces of myself that I … Continue reading I cannot really offer you much, but I can offer you that empty spot of carpet next to me…

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Women

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In a world where conformity reigns, where the currents of society push and pull, there exist women of a different ilk. These are the women who defy the norm, who resist the easy path laid out before them. They are the ones who listen to the whispers of their spirit, guiding them to uncharted territories, to realms unknown. With hearts ablaze and souls untamed, they forge their own way, painting the canvas of their lives with hues of boundless creativity. Each stroke, each color, a reflection of their wild imaginations, a testament to their unyielding spirit. They do not shy … Continue reading Women

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Silent and present

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In the quiet whispers of the wind, in the gentle dance of leaves, lies a truth that transcends mere knowing. How can one articulate the need to feel the steadfast presence of trees, their silent guardianship over time? It is a knowing beyond knowledge, a connection that defies explanation. To awaken to the pulse of a different rhythm, to embrace the cadence of the day and the season, is to surrender to a deeper harmony, a symphony conducted by nature herself. The hourglass of minutes fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the grandeur of moments measured in the shifting hues of … Continue reading Silent and present