A single flower blooms
its petals soft as whispers
catching the light like a secret
kept between the earth and sky
Bloom
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I’m gone
when I’m gone
you’ll find traces of me
in quiet moments
whispers in the wind
echoes in a familiar laugh
i’ll live in the spaces between your thoughts
a shadow that softens with time
yet in the stillness
you’ll remember
I was once here
and though the world moves on
I will remain
a flicker in your heart
Still Unwritten
thoughts settle onto the page
whispers of ink on white
some linger etched deep
while others fade like ghostly shadows
too delicate to hold
they drift and scatter
sometimes in lines
sometimes like fallen leaves
each one a fleeting spark
that for a moment
catches light
Waiting
I sit by the window
watching shadows stretch
across the floor
the street is empty
the air still
and time slips away
each minute a soft reminder
that I wait for you
but you never arrive
the world outside carries on
but here I remain
hoping against the silence
Pieces of you
the air still carries your name
though your voice is long gone
I find pieces of you in the quiet
reflections in sunlight
echoes in the breeze
I smile
and gather them all
trying to hold them close
before they slip away
love lingers
but it can’t stay
and yet
I will remember it
always
In dreams
I dream in the sound of your voice
each word echoes softly
a ripple across
the still waters of my mind
your laughter
threads through the silence
stitching together fragments
of forgotten melodies
even in the quiet
when the world is still
your voice hums like a distant lullaby
a compass guiding me home
in dreams
it becomes the wind
endless and eternal
calling me back to you
Amber dreams
I drift away
in amber dreams
finding you
in the chapters
of my favorite poem
tracing every word
letter by letter
line by line
until the soft echos
of my beating heart
fill the pages
and you and I
are all that’s left
Last dance
under a dimming sky
they swayed in a quiet rhythm
steps worn soft by memory
the world around them fell silent
just the whisper of her dress
and his steady breath
filling the cool air
shadows stretched longer
the music slowing
as they held each other close
feeling the weight of time
in each step
the last note lingered
and they stood still
clinging to that final moment
before the night took them back
Scribbled lines
ink sprawled across the page
like tangled thoughts
half-formed and electric
in the chaos of scribbled lines
whispers of clarity surfaced
only to disappear again
leaving faint traces of ideas
that almost were
New Day
the first light spills over the horizon
brushing the world awake
shadows retreat
and the air stirs with a quiet hum
as if the earth itself
is stretching into the day
in the soft glow
everything seems possible
and for a moment
time itself holds its breath
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