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Dancing Tears of Heaven
Embracing Stormy Nights in Nature’s Poetic Dance On a hot evening, sweltering beyond belief,I sat on my porch, drenched in sweat, seeking relief.Though the sun had long since set,I was fooled by the heat, feeling no cool air yet.Steam rose… Continue reading
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When I stood out
Musings on Feeling out of Place As others quenched their thirst with drinks of frosty iced,this soul chose a steaming cup of coffee, undeterred by the summer’s heatIn a vegan store, barbecue sauce I sought in vain,A misfit request, going… Continue reading
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Symbolism in September
Asters, Morning Glories & Love As September is waving goodbye, I thought of posting something relevant to the birth flowers of the month: aster and morning glory. They are symbols of powerful love and affection. Here’s a poem of dedication.… Continue reading
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Echoes of Strength: The Tribe’s Fight for Change
Within the tribe, the heart speaks truth,Their deep longings yearn for a vision of proof.Their hearts, like drums, beat with zeal,Pictures of victory, the truth they reveal.In the distance, they see a dream,Of peace and harmony, as bright as a… Continue reading
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⚫️Black Butterfly⚫️
tiny and dark, a speck unseen,a small, mysterious spot so cleanan egg it was, yet hard to spot,a bother it was not, minute as a dot,it seemed a tiny plotwill it grow a lot? when I turned my back,in but… Continue reading
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Generational Healing: Breaking the Cycle of Pain and Anger with love
I wish I had known earlier that a child should not suffer from the brokenness of their parents. Intergenerational trauma, where the hardships experienced by previous generations are transferred to their offspring, is a saddening reality that has far-reaching effects… Continue reading
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Release: Climbing Above the Past
time has flee,ruins are all I can see,reminders of anguish and tearsthe memory no longer steersthe past has been put to bedin all certainly buried my feet on the ground,renavigating this land,a bush once lush, now withering,roses of the past,… Continue reading
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Raindrops, Green Leaves, and Sparkling Crystals
Heard, the rain came,Sounds of pitter-patter frameNot on the roof, but on the trees.The leaves danced and swayed at ease Raindrops tickling their every side,drizzling their waxy surface besideDroplets settled, but slid awaySome shining crystals left to stay,Mirroring the garden’s… Continue reading
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