LUMIÉRE WRITINGS








To My Heavenly Bae, on Friendship Day
You left
but our bond stayed...
This day still belongs to you.,
my loudest laugh,
my softest ache...
Happy Friendship Day
my forever friend in the stars.

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To My Moonlight 🌙 on Friendship Day

You call me Sunshine,
but it’s your light that keeps me warm...
Today feels a little dim
without your glow beside me...
I miss you in quiet ways.,
in the spaces we used to laugh,
in the silences you understood best...
Heal soon, my Moonlight...
The sky’s incomplete without you.
- Your Sunshine ☀️

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TO MY REAL ONES

You stayed
when I was hard to love.,
when silence spoke louder
than my words ever could...

You didn’t fix me...
You didn’t leave either...
You just stayed...
And that.,
that saved me.

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Wat is this sorसड़ी?

Homwurk is a mosnter., it ate my brane.,
speling slippt on a banana trane...
Grammer? shez on vakashun., bro.,
I writ wit vibes., facts can go...
My pen burped glitr on the floar,
Is it a Yes or a No?

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LUMIÉRE WRITINGS


She was moonlight bound in mortal skin,
a hush between two heartbeats din...
Her lips.., the colour of forbidden wine,
spoke psalms no priest would dare define...

A single sigh., half sin., half song.,
where right felt right and wrong felt long...
Each droplet lingered on her face.,
as though desire had left a trace...

Her eyelids lowered like cathedral doors.,
to keep the ache, yet beg for more...
No prayer was said., yet heaven stirred.,
for in her silence., fire purred.

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a quiet visitor with heavy shoes,
stepping over July's broken echoes,
bringing sun warmed silences
and winds that remember...
It didn’t knock., just settled in,
asking nothing but watching everything.

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LUMIÉRE WRITINGS








HIGHWAY BLOSSOMS
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The quiet room of my childhood..,
The pages no one ever read..,
the cracks between
memory and ache..,
Then

The elder daughter watching cartoons alone, hiding bruises behind silence of nights, learning young that care is something you give, not something you wait for.

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She was no damsel frail,
though the world did oft so call her...
She wept not for gallant hands,
nor did she pine in towered sorrow...
Nay..,
Her tears were rites for selves long shadowed,
buried beneath the hush of keeping peace...
Her silence spake of battles braved,
where no ballad dared to follow...
She sought not rescue., but remembrance...
A reckoning., not romance.

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