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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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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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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

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To my children

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To my beloved children, I offer these words as a gentle beacon of guidance in the tumultuous sea of life. Let kindness flow through your veins like a soothing balm, wrapping you in a cloak of compassion that shields you from the harshness of the world. Embrace the quiet strength of solitude, finding solace in the depths of your own being, for it is in these moments of stillness that you will discover the true essence of your soul. Remember, my darlings, that it takes great courage to be kind in a world that often values power over empathy. It … Continue reading To my children

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Prayer for my ego

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In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light, I awaken with a fervent prayer etched upon my soul. Today, let my heart be a sanctuary of kindness, a wellspring of compassion that flows freely to all who cross my path. May my spirit stand unwavering, a bastion of courage in the face of adversity, a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. Let my mind be a tempest of ferocity, not for selfish gain, but for the relentless pursuit of love and understanding. With each breath, may I weave a tapestry of empathy and benevolence, casting aside the shadows … Continue reading Prayer for my ego

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Clouds

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They are the clouds, drifting lazily across the sky, painting it with their soft hues of white and gray. They carry my daydreams from north to south, whispering secrets of the heavens as they pass by. They hide my sun, casting shadows that dance across the earth, creating a sense of mystery and wonder. As they close my horizon, I am enveloped in their embrace, feeling their cool touch against my skin. They awaken my storms, stirring up emotions deep within me, causing a tempest to rage in my heart. But how shy they are, only carrying torrents of rain … Continue reading Clouds

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Dance of life

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In the delicate dance of existence, I am the essence of life encapsulated in this finite form. Within these modest confines, my purpose unfolds through the harmonious interplay of speaking and listening. Every gesture, every heartbeat, resonates with the profound symphony of love woven into my very being, entwined with flesh and bones. I am the embodiment of humanity’s daring spirit, embracing the inevitability of mistakes and sins, yet standing resolute in the face of adversity. Like the ever-changing phases of the moon, I too experience moments of fullness, brimming with a love that defines me, reflected in the myriad … Continue reading Dance of life

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Tell me Life …

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Tell me, Life, how to escape the clutches of my own existence. Release me from this torment that consumes me with every passing moment. Sever the ties that bind me to you, Life. Transform me into something other than myself; a blissful state of unawareness, where I am free from the burdens of consciousness. Let me drift into the void, where I am shielded from the sorrow that has enveloped me. Erase my identity, but do not leave me adrift in this half-formed state. Grant me the simplicity of stones, the purity of animals, the distance of stars, or the … Continue reading Tell me Life …

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Memories of my childhood

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To remember my childhood is to delve into a treasure trove of emotions, a symphony of sights, smells, and sounds that shaped the very core of who I am today. It is not merely a recollection of events or facts; it is a journey through dreams, fears, and insecurities that still linger in the deepest corners of my soul. I recall the simple joys of playing soccer with my brothers and friends, the familiar scents of my mother’s cooking filling our humble home. The aroma of garlic sizzling in hot oil, the fragrance of flowers in the yard, the misty … Continue reading Memories of my childhood

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Before you make me love you

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Before you make me love you, understand that my love is not a fleeting thing. It is not a passing fancy or a temporary infatuation. It is a deep, abiding love that will stand the test of time. It is a kind of love that will weather any storm, endure any hardship, and conquer any obstacle. Before you make me love you, know that I will give you all of me. I will give you my heart, my soul, my everything. I will love you with a passion that burns brighter than the sun, with a devotion that knows no … Continue reading Before you make me love you