Whatever This Is
And so I let it be. No forcing the current, no rushing the sun. Just one day, then another, on and on, until whatever this is becomes what it’s meant to be.
The collection
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I Smile For You
I smile for you, because love, when it’s true, is stronger than loud thunder, gentler than falling leaves, patient as the deep roots, clinging to mountain’s dark heart.
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Rain and Remembrance
Now, only the echo of you remains in the steam, rising like a ghost that refuses to forget the flavor of our mornings.
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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 of my heart. I choose the castles, the palaces, the old stone bridges you never saw, but would have loved.
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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 them all again just to feel the brush of your hand in mine.
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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 for days, and reminds you of soft dawns, of spring mornings too perfect to repeat.
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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 hearts open for the fires yet to come.
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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 to arrive, something more beautiful.
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Unbroken
Time and again, we push through the dark, through the endless turning of days, never surrendering, never undone.