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  The Woman Who Bloomed In Winter ************************************ She was a flower born for the golden spring, But life placed her under an endless, weeping rain, A promised garden of velvet roses Left her with only the thorns and the pain. She wore her grace like a heavy crown, While beneath her ribs, a quiet ocean threatened to drown. *** She fed the little birds in her sheltering nest, Even when no one cared for the roots of the tree, A lantern consuming its own oil in a dark room, She gave away her warmth, wild and free. She spent her light ensuring others could safely sail, A solitary lighthouse standing stark against the gale. *** Her nights were filled with heavy, shifting shadows, Her brightest dreams were buried deep in the dust, The hands that were meant to hold her gently Forgot the sacred language of love and trust. She was treated like a deep well in a desert place- Treasured for her water, but forgotten in the drought's embrace. *** She carried mountains wrapped ...

She walks alone where the waves meet the shore, Listening for footsteps she waits for once more. The evening wind carries a whispering tune, A song of the ocean beneath the pale moon. Her eyes follow boats that disappear in the blue, Searching the horizon, still dreaming of you. The sea keeps your memories close to her heart, Though miles and silence may keep you apart. The waves come running to touch the land, Like a lover reaching for a waiting hand. They leave with the tide, they wander away, But return to the shore at the break of day. She learns from the ocean, patient and true, That love can survive when hearts are two. For even the waves that travel so far Still find their way back beneath the same star. The storms may rise and the nights may fall, The sea may answer with a distant call. But her love remains like the endless sea, A timeless song of what you mean to me. And when the moon shines over the shore, She feels your presence forevermore. For love is not lost when the wav...

  Memories in My Eyes ********************* Some memories sleep inside the heart, Quietly holding a forgotten part. A smile, a word, a moment gone, Still feels like a beautiful dawn. *** Some memories make our eyes well up with tears, Bringing back love from the passing years. Old feelings whisper through the silent night, Like a fading star with a gentle light. *** Though time may carry the days away, Some emotions forever choose to stay. The heart may change, the world may move, But memories remain with the ones we love. *** In the quiet corners of the mind, Lost moments are still left behind. A touch, a voice, a precious embrace, Still lives forever in a hidden place. *** Some memories never truly depart, They bloom like flowers inside the heart. And whenever my eyes begin to see, Those memories come alive in me.

If I had wings, I would become a lonely soul chasing the horizon, flying beyond these endless skies, searching for a place where someone waits with loving eyes. I would build a little home of palm leaves, a shelter of peace, a corner of my own, a quiet anchor in this restless world, far away from the loneliness I have known. I would carry my heart through every storm, a locked chest hiding my sorrow inside, hoping someday someone would whisper, “Stay with me… don’t fly away.” I have crossed so many seasons alone, a silent shadow watching the world move on. Many faces surround me, yet no hand has reached for mine, no voice has ever said, “You belong here… you are not alone.” Will someone hide my tears in the warmth of their embrace? Will someone protect the dreams I buried in a secret place? Will someone hold my hand when my journey is through, or will I leave this world with no one to remember me too? When my final breath disappears, when darkness arrives at the end of my d...

  The Weight of Honesty !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Honesty is a quiet flame, A light that burns without a name; It shows the road where shadows lie, A steady North Star beneath the sky. *** It builds the bridges hearts can cross, It saves the soul from hidden loss; A word kept true, a promise bright, A candle held against the night. *** Trust is a mirror, clear and deep, A fragile treasure we must keep; A single lie may leave a scar on heart, A wound that travels from afar. *** For honesty is the silent vault, The solemn vow that bears no fault; The scale that weighs the legal measure, The guardian of another’s treasure. *** It wears no crown of gold or stone, Yet sits beside the sovereign throne; It buys the peace between two brothers, It joins the hearts of distant others. *** It locks the chest and keeps the key, A fragile grace we grant freely; It patches wounds of time and pain, And mends the cracks of history’s chain. *** Yet honesty alone cannot plough, Nor feed the hung...

  The Ledger of My Hearth ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have learned that honesty is a treasure, The root from which my home has grown, The quiet place where I can measure The life we’ve built, the seeds we’ve sown. !!! It is the vow I hold through weather, The open heart, the trusting gaze, The unseen thread that binds together Our separate nights and shared-out days. ~~~ Yet I have found that love’s devotion Is not in every word I say; The tide of endless, raw emotion Can wear a gentle bond away. !!! For when the floors and dishes call me, When weary hands have carried on, I hide the storms that rise within me Until the sharper winds are gone. ~~~ I do not speak each passing sorrow, Each tired thought, each moment’s ache; For some small truths are best to borrow The grace that kindness chooses to make. !!! I soften words and quiet anger, I let the little battles cease; Not from fear, nor from surrender, But from my longing to keep peace. ~~~ For if I showed each hidden shadow, Each rest...