Where Tomorrow Waits🥀

The petals fall,
silent prayers upon the earth,
echoes of what once bloomed,
reminding me,
beauty is not in holding on,
but in the holy art of release.

The soil cradles
what the sky lets slip,
and I, too, must learn
to open my palms
like a child unclenching a fist,
trusting life to give again.

I remember how even my tears
once watered hope, 🌙

For every letting go
is not a loss,
but a doorway—
a quiet garden
where tomorrow is already waiting.

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"From A to Z, every letter
carries a piece of me.
Not perfect, not final,
but alive and infinite."


( Alphabet of Me —
Poem in caption🌿 )

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( just a quiet moment,
always in me - and that turned into poetry)

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Folded Notes:

Some faces blur into memory,
Like dreams that vanish with the day.
But yours remained — and turned to poetry,
In quiet lines I couldn’t say.

I saw you first — a passing light,
Too quick to hold, too soft to name.
Then fate returned — and there you stood,
Still gentle, still kind, still just the same.

My heart held questions, kept too tight,
While silence bloomed where
words should be.
But yesterday, I found the voice
To ask, "Would you be a friend to me?"

You smiled — not wide, but warm and true,
And said "okay" in tones so low.
It wasn’t love — not yet, not quite,
But it felt less lost, and more aglow.

A little joy, a little ache,
Like dawn behind a cloudy sky.
I kept a crush like folded notes —
Unopened still, though time passed by.

Still…
Some faces blur into memory,
But you became my quiet art.
You didn’t leave — you softly stayed,
Not in my life… but in my heart.

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Let Me Go Where Silence Sings:

Let me go where silence sings,
where no one waits and nothing clings.
Where morning breaks on nameless skies,
and dreams don’t beg for alibis.

I carry light not made to last,
just echoes from a softer past.
No maps, no vows, no tethered thread—
just steps that hush what once was said.

The wind may ask where I belong,
but I have lived too deep in song.
I bloom in loss, I rise in shade—
a ghost of grace the dusk has made.

So let me go, don’t call me home.
Some souls are stars—
meant only to roam.

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May 12 — When Nature Celebrated Me:

I didn’t need candles or cake today.
The clouds remembered me,
the mist touched my face
like a mother’s soft hands,
and the silence whispered,
“You’ve made it through.”
No grand celebration.
Just the earth holding me
gently — and that was enough.
Happy birthday to me..🤍

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She carries a golden river
within her soul,
weaving dreams where
even the stars pause to listen.

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The Hollow of the Moon:

She stepped into the
hollow of the moon,
where lost wishes
and ancient secrets
whispered through
the night,
her soul becoming a song
in the depths of the dark.

(Continue in the Caption..)

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"A Shadow the Moon Once Knew"

I drift through the stars,
a forgotten shadow,
waiting for the night
to call me home.

(Continue in Caption..)

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"She blooms like the earth,
yet dreams like the
sky—forever reaching,
forever free."

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