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Rain

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The heavy raindrops tap-danced on the old tiles of your small house, a symphony of nostalgia and longing. Each drop seemed to whisper your name, echoing through the empty rooms and corridors of your heart. The gray day outside mirrored the somber mood within, as memories of you flooded the streets like a river of lost dreams. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee filled the air, a feeble attempt to mask the absence of your presence. The scent of your skin, once so familiar and comforting, now lingered only in the corners of your mind, a bittersweet reminder of what … Continue reading Rain

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Sunsets …

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May I never miss the breathtaking beauty of a sunset painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, or the magical arc of a rainbow stretching across the horizon, simply because my gaze is fixed on the ground. May I always remember to lift my eyes to the heavens, to soak in the splendor that nature so generously bestows upon us each day. For in those fleeting moments of awe and wonder, I am reminded of the infinite beauty and wonder that surrounds me, and my spirit is lifted to new heights. So let me always be present, always … Continue reading Sunsets …

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Poetess

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I am not defined by labels or constraints, I am a free spirit, a wandering soul, a poetess with a heart full of stories waiting to be told. I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the melody of the nightingale’s song. I am the silence in between the words, the pause before the storm, the calm before the chaos. I am a canvas waiting to be painted, a symphony waiting to be composed, a masterpiece waiting to be unveiled. I am the fire in your eyes, the passion in your heart, the longing in your … Continue reading Poetess

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Strength

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In the ballet of life, we often find ourselves dancing to different tunes, some melodies effortlessly guiding our steps while others challenge us with their intricate rhythms. The journey of self-discovery is a tapestry woven with threads of perseverance, self-doubt, and eventual triumph. “I have toiled so hard,” the words echo with the weight of countless hours spent in pursuit of knowledge, each moment a step closer to understanding the complexities that lay before. The tears shed, not of weakness, but of frustration and determination to conquer the obstacles that stood in the way. The self-inflicted wounds of harsh words, … Continue reading Strength

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Oh man!

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In the quiet of the night, as the moonlight gently caresses my skin, I find myself lost in a dream. A dream so vivid and enchanting, it feels like a forgotten memory from another lifetime. I wonder, what dream did you come from? What ethereal realm did you emerge from to grace me with your presence? I look at you, adorned in the shimmering fabric of my imagination. Your eyes hold the secrets of a thousand lifetimes, your smile a beacon of hope in the darkness. What dream are you wearing, I wonder? Is it woven from the threads of … Continue reading Oh man!

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Grumpy

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He donned passion like a cloak worn backwards, its intensity hidden from the world yet burning fiercely within. Humor, twisted in its delivery, found its way out in sardonic whispers, a mirror image of laughter that lingered in the shadows. Luck, that fickle mistress, danced in reverse around him, teasing with false promises and fleeting chances. Inappropriate love, a tangled web of emotions, wrapped around his heart like thorns in a forbidden garden, blooming in defiance of reason. An exact clock ticked relentlessly, a reminder of the unyielding march of time, while peace and quiet remained elusive, slipping through his … Continue reading Grumpy

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Simple moments

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The first cup of coffee in the morning is like a warm embrace for my soul. The aroma fills the air and wraps around me, awakening my senses and preparing me for the day ahead. It’s a ritual of comfort and anticipation, a moment of stillness before the world comes rushing in. Empty bookstores hold a special kind of magic. The shelves are lined with endless possibilities, each book a gateway to a new world or a new perspective. I love the quiet hum of potential that fills the air, the sense of discovery that comes with each turn of … Continue reading Simple moments

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Let us run away …

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In the land where mangos grow, let’s escape and find our own paradise. Underneath the celestial canopy, we’ll revel in each other’s intoxicating essence, promising to embrace like youthful paramours from four decades past. I’ll commit to memory every freckle and every pore on your cocoa-hued skin, while you hold me as if I were a feather in the breeze. Share with me your secrets and tales, evoking laughter, smiles, and tears, as we pledge an eternity together. Let’s never lose sight of why we fled, and let’s always remember to reminisce. Greet each new day like the unfurling morning … Continue reading Let us run away …

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Fragility

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As I sit here, contemplating the words on the page in front of me, I am struck by the realization of my own fragility. Like an un-agreeable mark of ink on a page, I resist my own depth and darkness. I am reminded that I am not invincible, that I am susceptible to the trials and tribulations of life. Just as the ink on the page can smudge and fade, so too can I be affected by the challenges that come my way. But in this fragility, I find a sense of humility and understanding. I am not perfect, and … Continue reading Fragility

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We rise

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I did not know that the bodies of women were meant to be a museum of tragedies, a collection of scars and wounds etched into our skin like ancient hieroglyphs. We are expected to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders, to bear the burdens of others without breaking. But we are not meant to be vessels for the sorrows of the world, we are not meant to carry the ocean without drowning. Our bodies are not meant to be a repository for pain and suffering, but a vessel for strength and resilience. We are not defined by … Continue reading We rise