narrative poem by Zerayn D.
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I am Wrong
Let me be wrongin a place wherepride of life growsand the meek isregarded weak. Let me be wrongwhere what is saiddefies the scriptin grand facadeyet evil lies Let me be wrongin a room whereempty words countover candorand sincerity Let me… Continue reading
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I shall not compare
When you were born to morning’s gentle light,And I when western shadows claimed the sky,Should we accuse the stars that shine so bright?Should we demand the Maker tell us why? When first you touched the earth in cloth so fair,With… Continue reading
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When the storm chose us
I have protested,we called it “we,”yet never oncedid it become “us.” I lingeredbetween hurting and healing,between trembling fearand faithful feeling. We stoodwhere resilience met ruin,where every promisewas already undoing. Since the dawn of days,I answered your invitation. You welcomed meinto… Continue reading
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“We,” you said
“We,” you said,but there was never us,only promises fadinginto silence and dust. It was never a mistaketo care for someone.The cost of betrayal,for being a cowardand not fighting for what you love and care,is the greatest evil of love.For love… Continue reading
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A Dance of Grief and Grace: Poetic Insights
Before your grief began to show,you opened wide a world I’d know,a lush realm bathed in golden hue,where dawn broke soft with morning dew. In my room, the light would climb,through rainforest canopies, lush and prime;each sunrise painted skies with… Continue reading
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Cada cosa a su tiempo: “Everything in its own time.”
There were things in life we encounterthat from the first time we see them,we already sense their grandeur,how valuable,how precious,how marvelous! We were so excited as they stepped unto our door,and we reached for them with our hands, with warm… Continue reading
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The Man of Diamonds and his Grief
when he retreated, it’s not the fear of them,he looked cold and weak, condemned by hem,misanthrope, nonchalant in every theme,uncaring and selfish, that’s how he’d seem. yet beneath the bright lights, sharp and keen,and radiant streaks of his diamond sheen,where… Continue reading
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When the Lotus Blooms
They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps… Continue reading
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Sync and Zing
We dined with laughter, worries long gone,Where I was drawn in, included, carried along.They asked what I liked, with teasing and play,endless nonsense and my smiles brightened your day. It made you smile watching my laughter unfold,by the pool, playful… Continue reading
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A Year Journey
In January, we repair and reset,you made that declaration—it’s you and me, we are a duet. In February, I never count the value of Valentine’s Day,but a present arrived out of nowhere, drifting my way;I wondered quietly—why, and who could… Continue reading
Per-nal 