What Mends
Your pretty smile is a hush beneath thunder, a gentle harbor in the stresses of man’s days. The world shouts, breaks, and tumbles -…
Theme
2025
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Second Wind
Another sunrise. Another chance to get it right. And I will. Because the fire’s back – quiet, controlled, mine.
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Valentine’s Day
I choose the memory of your hands cupping my face like a prayer. I choose the stories you told, woven into the quiet spaces…
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Love
In your name, I have traveled the deserts of longing, the mountains of joy, and the valleys of despair. And yet, I would walk…
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Esh Winning
And your name – you call it funny, but to me, it rings like poetry, the kind that arrives unannounced, stays in your chest…
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Sparks
Moving on is not forgetting – it’s letting the ashes settle, letting the wind carry what remains, while we walk forward, hands empty, but…
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Silence
It is not emptiness I feel, but fullness – a space within me that dreams, that stretches its hands toward something unseen, something yet…