You’re the unread poem folded in my favorite book,
the melody my heart hums without knowing the tune.
In a world of strangers, you're the familiar I ache to meet,
a dream I visit with open eyes and borrowed courage.
You're not mine, not yet
but you live in the soft pauses between my thoughts,
where love quietly learns your name

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The Alchemist Quill

/Read in the Caption/

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Not all tears make it to your eyes; some drown in the storms you carry inside.

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There are stories you tell, and then there are stories that tell you when the world goes quiet.

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we stitch stars into the fabric of our nights,
pretending they’re lanterns of promise.
calling it healing, calling it light,
never realizing,
the thread we use is frayed with doubt,
and the sky was never ours to mend.

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I was a fern leaf,
Locked and pressed inside,
The encyclopedia's spine,
A secret no one tried.

Trapped between the ink,
A forgotten story to tell,
The world moved on,
While I quietly dwelled.

Not in the forest's breath,
But in the pages of time,
A green moment, frozen,
In a place that’s never mine.

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Beyond The Final Breathe

/Read the Story in Caption/

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I thought light was a prisoner,
Trapped behind glass and shadows,
Flickering in silence,
Pleading for escape.

I held it close, fearing the dark,
Never daring to let it go.
But when I opened my hands,
It didn’t flee
It soared,
Revealing the prison was mine,
Built from fear,
Shattered by trust.

The light was never bound;
I was.

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You and me are like parallel lines,
Close enough to feel, but never intertwine.
A bond so near, yet worlds apart,
Connected in soul, divided in heart.

You and me are like the moon and tide,
Pulled together, yet pushed aside.
A dance eternal, a rhythmic sway,
Touching briefly, then swept away.

You and me are like ink and page,
Writing stories that never age.
Different beings, yet one in art,
Separate strokes, but the same heart.

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Don’t Throw a Stone on My Neighbour’s Home

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