I wish I could carve into my room
The things I want
If only love was made of stone
I would be happy here
Home is like the paper
At the bottom of a birdcage
The river echoes
Outside my door
Like two cats
With thorns in their paws
We hurt for love
For its puddles of rain
Time passes
Through another tunnel
What do we feel
As the days slip by?
living, loving, learning, leaving a legacy
It's an uncertain life!
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The Poetry of Emotion
Contre le blues, le meilleur remède, c'est le rock...!
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A teenager's photography expedition.
"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-
j'ai descendu dans mon jardin
în umbra întunericului!
It's just banter
Writing Lostness
Dive into a collection of memories, musings and emotions concocted delicately over time into short stories and introspective articles...
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature, literature.
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In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
open your mind to a growth mindset and new perspectives
It’s a lovely poem with an ending that feels like a soft landing, wonderful.
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