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Nature Is Achingly Beautiful
The clouds, soft as whispers, forever drifting, like memories slipping through time’s gentle fingers. Continue reading
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Still Here
What does it really mean to “let go” of someone you love When they’re no longer here? Does it mean forgetting them? Erasing their memories? Never speaking their name again? Continue reading
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For I am touch-starved to death
Like a flower deprived of sunlight, I wither in the absence of touch. It’s a longing, deep-rooted and persistent, that gnaws at my soul— a hunger I’ve carried for years Continue reading
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A Writer’s Love
To be loved by a writer is said to be a privilege A muse immortalized in ink. And perhaps it is. Continue reading
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This Is How I Saw You
As the warmth of the winter Sun dispelling winter’s chill. As a soft kiss upon the forehead whispering everything is alright. Continue reading
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Love
A twisted melody, a song with chords of pain, A symphony for one, a yearning whispered in vain. Continue reading
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It’s Not About The River
The River ran, happy and free, Didn’t know where the sea might be. Continue reading
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Unleashing Chaos Through Ink
I crave a pen that bleeds my mind, A torrent of thought, a hunger to find. Continue reading