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  A song begins within, no matter what it takes. In the quiet dawn, my spirit gently wakes, Soft whispers of my soul, calling me to see, That love’s true voice resides in me. My skin, a canvas painted wide, With stories carried deep inside. Dark or light, the hues are mine, Reflections of a sacred design. My eyes, a mirror of the sky, Burning bright or calm and shy, Each gaze a window to my core, Revealing truths I can’t ignore. No matter where my footsteps roam or rest, Love’s quiet presence is always my guest. A gentle tide that ebbs and flows, In every tear, in every glow. Yet all are just stories told, Of souls that seek to feel, to hold. Love’s language is soft and true, In every glance, in all I do. A tender touch, a whispered cheer, Reminding me I am held dear. But life’s a journey, wide and vast, A dance of present, future, past. Sometimes the heart must stray, To find its truth along the way. To breathe, to grow, to stand anew, And chase the dreams that call to you. For lo...

  I feel my heart beat on, and guide me through the day. It knows no bounds of birth, or name, or shade of skin. I walk my path unjudged by eyes that turn away. It says I stand enough, just as I have been seen. Love finds me first in quiet acts I almost miss: A hand that stays, a voice that lets my breathing slow. I learn my worth in moments small, but held like this- No grand display, just time that says I get to grow. I dream, at times, of roots set deep beneath our feet; A home made warm by laughter left along the hall. I want a life where shared returns make days complete, Where holding fast means choosing both the rise and fall. Then comes the turn, when something in me asks for air: A wider sky, a step beyond familiar ground. I loosen knots of love with honesty and care, Not fleeing what we were, but what I must be found. So I let change arrive, and trust the pace it keeps. I bless the forms that love has taken in my life. I listen close to what my steady heart still speaks; ...

  The shore, a line of sand so white, Where ocean meets the day and night. The waves come crashing, loud and free, A song the wind sings endlessly. Small shells lie scattered, pearly bright, Lost treasures in the morning light. And seaweed dark as tangled hair Sleeps where the tide has left it there. The sun climbs high, a watchful eye, Tracking gulls that wheel and cry. Their shadows flicker on the foam As if they call us, Come home, come home. The fishermen with weathered skin Haul heavy nets-the day begins. Their boats in stripes of blue and red, A modest life, but bravely led. Above the surf, on rock and stone, The lighthouse stands, austere, alone. A standing witness, scarred by years, To whispered prayers and salt-worn fears. Its patient beam cuts dark from light, Counting every stormbound night. It knows the names the sea has claimed, And ships returned, and ships unclaimed. At cottage doors and shuttered panes, The waiting spouses read the rains. They scan the horizon, dusk...

  A tick, a tock, the clock face bright, A millisecond, a shard of light. So small, so quick, a breath, a sigh, Whole worlds are born before they die. Fate, they say, a winding thread, Spun long ago, where I am led. A path prepared, a marked design, Each step assumed, each loss, each sign. Yet in that tick, that fragile space, A win, a fall, a changed embrace. A word unsaid, a risk once taken, A dream pursued, a hope forsaken. One blink holds pleasure, sharp and sweet, The taste of triumph, heart’s quick beat. The next holds sorrow, heavy, slow, A silent tear no one will know. I paused once, lost before a street, The world unsure beneath my feet. Left promised calm, right hinted pain, Straight ahead-unknown terrain. Had I turned left, I might have won, Applause, a crown, the race outrun. Turned right, perhaps I’d failed outright, A broken dream, a longer night. But straight I went, through chance and rain, Through small defeats, through quiet gain. I met a smile, then loss, then gr...

  The sun feels warmer on my skin, Or so it seems to me, Perhaps I’m learning how to see Life more attentively. I listen to my body now, Its quiet, patient plea, The aches, the pauses, all the signs It shares so honestly. I used to push and force my heart, Demand it just endure, But shouting at a wounded wing Won’t ever make it soar. So now I sit, I breathe, I wait, Like tending fragile ground, I whisper, You are safe with me, And gently clear around. There is still pain from yesterday, A shadow lingering, But pain is not an enemy- It teaches gentler things. I am not broken, I respond The best way that I can, Each breath I take reminds me still My body’s on my side. The scars I once despised and hid I view with softer sight, They mark the wars I lived through once, The proof I chose to fight. Forgiveness falls like quiet rain Upon my tired soul, I grant myself the grace to fail And still remain made whole. I free the past that caused me harm, Not for them-but for me, I loosen chain...

  Another year has spun its thread, A silver arc the daylight led, A quiet turn of earth and sky, With ordinary days gone by. No trumpet sounded time’s advance, Just morning light and evening’s chance, Yet every step, however small, Was warmed by you-I felt it all. Each season paints a different hue, Spring’s soft hope, summer’s deeper blue, Autumn’s gold that learns to fall, And winter’s hush that stills us all. And every one I share with you Becomes more honest, more than true- Richer, deeper, softly spun, Like threads that know where they belong. The laughter shared in careless streams, The quiet mending of our dreams, The tears we dried without a word, The comfort felt, not always heard. Side by side in stillness found, We learned what peace could sound like-sound Of breathing slow, of trust held fast, Of moments made to gently last. No map was drawn for where we went, No great design, no grand intent, Just days that asked we show our face, And love that learned a steady pace. ...

  The world feels heavy, skies turn gray, A chilling wind begins to sway. High above, on broken air, A vulture circles, thin and bare. Its shadow crawls across the land, A silent fear, well-rehearsed and planned. It waits where hope is torn and weak, With hollow eyes and hooked-up beak. It hides in corners, whispers low, Feeds on wounds we dare not show. It clouds our vision, blocks the sun, And tells our hearts the day is done. We try to fight it, claw and bite, With angry words, with all our might. We raise our fists, defend our ground, Yet still it circles, always round. For vultures thrive where pain lies still, Where bitterness has had its fill. They feast on anger, rot, and fear, On all we leave to die right here. But darkness bears a fragile flaw, A truth the vulture cannot gnaw. No raging storm, no brutal cry, Can force that bird away the sky. For vultures scatter, wings unsure, When light appears, steady and pure. A single flame, a gentle gleam, Turns looming death to fadi...

  My heart was born a trembling thing, Soft as breath, too frail to keep. It learned too early how to sing, And even sooner, how to weep. I was told that love is dangerous- A door left open in a storm. What enters warm can leave me thus: Emptied, altered, misshapen, torn. I loved a child, I loved a friend, I loved a soul I could not save. Each time, I knew it could not end Without some grave misstep, some grave wave. I built a wall around my chest, I sealed my heart to spare the pain. I traded passion for a false rest, A careful life with shallow gain. Days filled with tasks, nights empty, neat, No haunting knocks, no desperate call. I swore I’d lost nothing, felt complete, Yet felt the silence eat my all. Inside, my heart grew cold as stone, No wound, no ache, no pulse remains. It does not love, it does not moan, It only counts what love contains. And now I see, too late to turn, The tragedy I’ve made my own: By trying to escape the burn, I’ve lost the only life I’d known. I can c...

  A wild wind-love first named itself to me, A burning bush that would not bow or kneel, An untamed flame that warmed and frightened me, Too bright to hold, too real to not be real. I tried to draw its shape with careful rules, Built walls of promise, locks of  always stay, I held it tight like something taught in schools, Afraid that if I blinked, it’d drift away. But love grew thin beneath my clenched embrace, It bled in silence, dimmed its living spark, A sacred song I smothered in its case, Until the notes fell quiet in the dark. I bound it next with jealousy and fear, Fed it my doubts, my questions, my demand, I whispered truths it never asked to hear, And called control the proof I loved it right. But love grew tired of proving it was mine, It sighed and waned beneath my constant need, And every chain I swore would make it fine Curled back around my own confined heartbeat. I chased its meaning, chased its hidden core, Believed if I could name it, it would stay, I begged ...

  The world saw shadows, whispers took their flight, Said she was too bright, too wild for their sight. They measured her soul by a narrow design, Feared the strength of a truth they could never define. But I saw a fire, a brave, burning grace, A storm made of courage, light carved in her face. Where others saw chaos, I saw standing tall, A heart that knew honor, a will that won’t fall. Her truth was a beacon, honest and bold, Not shaped for approval, not bought or sold. A poem  in sincerity, written in flame, Unashamed of its power, unbowed by their blame. And oh, her respect, a promise she keeps, A vow in her waking, a law in her sleep. She stood proud and steady when duty would call, Not shrinking from weight, but embracing it all. Let the doubters keep murmuring, casting their shade, Let them clutch at their fears, let their rumors be made. My belief in her beauty will never grow thin, It deepens with knowing, it strengthens within. For in her I see what is worthy and real...

  Small paws, bright eyes, beneath my mane, New life awakened on the open plain. You press to me, my living art, My roaring blood, my beating heart. Your laughter comes in playful cries, A sacred sound beneath wide skies. This land is ours, both fierce and fair, And I will guard you everywhere. Your spirits run both wild and free, Yet what you’ll be begins with me. I teach you strength, I teach you grace, How to stand firm, how to face. No harm will reach you while I stand, By moonlit hunt or blazing land. Your innocence is fierce and small, I am the shield against it all. Sleep safely now, my golden ones, Beneath the stars, beneath the suns. Let love be law, let courage hum- For I am here. No fear will come.

  The woods are deep, the path is long, To reach the places we belong. Not every forest grows in loam- Some rise beneath the ribs of home. Within a man, untamed, unseen, A wolf keeps watch where scars have been. He made his den from what he knew: From broken trust, from silence too. From winters where he learned to stay Alert through night, alive till day. A hollowed place, both dark and warm, A shelter shaped to ride the storm. So listen well, before you tread Across the ground above his head. For though he does not bare his teeth, He knows your weight, he knows your breath. By scent of tone, by shift of air, He knows when someone’s drawing near. Curiosity may lead you on, To peer into where he’s withdrawn. But understand, before you try, That not all doors are meant to pry. A den is not a thing to prove, Nor something owed for being moved. Imagine then-turned inside out- Your private world exposed to doubt. A stranger comes with careless hands, Rearranges what he can’t understand...

  I once believed in nothing more Than what my hands could earn and store. Yet when the night grew sharp with need, I whispered hope like desperate creed. I did not pray-I would not kneel, I only asked the dark to heal. I spoke old words I half-denied, And crossed my heart, then crossed my pride. And something answered. Not a name, Not fire nor voice nor holy flame- But doors unlocked, and paths appeared, And weight fell off what I had feared. I took the gifts with steady hands, Called them luck, called them plans. I said, This world is mine alone, No unseen help, no debts unknown. Thus I built a god without a face, Fed it reason, fed it praise. A quiet god of borrowed might, Born of hunger, crowned by spite. It asked no love, it asked no grace, Only that I erase the trace Of wonder, mystery, and awe- That I deny what moved me raw. And slowly then, the colors thinned, The warmth withdrew from where I’d been. Not struck by curse nor punished wrong- The world just stopped singing its...

  The wind whispers secrets, the sun paints the day, I walk on the wide land, and quietly stay. The grass bends beneath me, a gentle green sea, My heart holds no anger, just liberty. The birds sing their songs, a sweet, joyful sound, No trouble I seek, on this peaceful ground. My path is my own, and I ask nothing more, Than sunshine and silence, on this open shore. But sometimes a shadow, falls dark on the scene, A harsh word is spoken, a spirit unclean. A hand reaches out, with intent to annoy, To steal my contentment, and ruin my joy. I speak with a voice, that is steady and clear, "Please cease your disturbance, have nothing to fear. Just leave me in peace, let me walk on my way, And sunshine and silence, will brighten your day." I offer a kindness, a chance to retreat, To turn from the darkness, to find something sweet. I hope for a change, a softening heart, A lesson in peace, a brand new restart. But if that first warning, is met with a sneer, And anger erupts, fueled b...

  The world is still, the sun not high, A quiet time for you and I. We walk so soft, no sound we make, Just loving thoughts our hearts awake. A feeling shared, a gentle touch, We love each other oh so much. Like whispered secrets, soft and low, Our love's a journey, where we go. The sky's so big, no end in sight, We're holding hands, walking in light. A shining star, a guiding hand, In darkest places, we understand. Your eyes are clear, a peaceful sea, Reflecting dreams you share with me. A special place, just for us two, Where worries fade, and love rings true. Though troubles come, and days are hard, With you beside me, I'm on my guard. A safe place found, where I can be, Away from time, just you and me. Your face is warm, a sunny ray, That lights my path, come what may. When shadows grow, and darkness nears, Your love’s a comfort, drying all tears. We talk in whispers, late at night, Your voice soothes with its gentle might. The world goes quiet, fades away, And in y...