When Nature Sings, It's You

As the ocean’s heart awakens in the song of waves,
So in your breath I find the rhythm life craves.
When the night is filled with the magic of crickets’ song,
Your silence shines like stars all night long.

As the moon scatters light across the quiet skies,
So you guide my darkness with your gentle ties.
In every melody of nature, it’s you I see,
In every rhythm of mine, dwells your silent plea.

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When the night knows my name

I spend the nights without sleep,
the moon becoming my only companion.
Its silver light pours into my window,
soft but merciless,
showing me everything I try to hide.

The poinciana tree lets go of its leaves—
I wonder if it feels lighter or emptier.
The rain falls, drop by drop,
as if the sky itself is crying with me,
and the world grows darker, darker still.
It is then I feel life whispering—
so fragile,so fleeting,
slipping through my fingers like sand.

My chest carries storms too heavy to name.
I cry quietly, so no one sees,
so no one knows.
I hold my pain in silence, refusing a hand,
refusing a shoulder.

And in that silence, I break.
But in that breaking,
I also learn—
to survive, to rise,
to carry my own flame,

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The Serendipity of an Unwritten Chapter

You emerged,
as if conjured from some clandestine syllable
the universe whispered
when I wasn’t listening.

Your presence unfurls—
not with the brashness of a tempest,
but with the quiet inevitability
of dawn threading its gold
through a reluctant horizon.
In your cadence,
there is a chiaroscuro of familiarity and mystery,
each syllable a filament,
weaving itself into the tapestry of my mind.
I am no stranger to fleeting joy,
yet there is a peculiar permanence
in the way your laughter lingers,
as though it has found
a permanent residence
within the architecture of my solitude.
And so—
I stand at the precipice of something unnamed,
half-terrified,
half-reverent,
awaiting the next line
of this story that is somehow ours

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I tell the moon, his face still glows in your light,
though he walked away, you hold him every night.

The moon replies, love does not fade with time,
it hides in silence, yet returns in rhyme.

I whisper, his absence claws deep in my chest,
the moon sighs, but his shadow in me will rest.

I ask, will I ever forget, will this wound ever heal?
the moon says, true love is a scar—eternal, real.

So I bleed into the sky, under your silver tune,
and find my lost beloved, living in the moon.

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Life is not about chasing the finish line,
it is about pausing to breathe,
to feel the rain on your skin,
to hear your heart whisper in silence.

It is not about how high you climb,
but how gently you hold another’s hand
when they are falling.

Life is not about being remembered by many,
but being truly known by a few.

Not about building walls of pride,
but weaving bridges of love.

Because in the end,
life is not about surviving every storm,
it is about learning to dance in the rain,
with hope as your rhythm
and kindness as your song.

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A forever I keep Living

I see you in every detail of nature,
in the breath of the earth, in the silence of the universe—
and if there is something beyond the universe,
I have seen you even there.

I see you in the silver hush of the moon,
when it spills its light across my window,
reminding me of the glow
you once left inside my chest.

I see you in the falling leaves of autumn,
each departure aching like your absence,
yet carrying a beauty
that only loss can teach.

I see you in the storm, in the rain,
in the crack of thunder that startles the sky,
because love, even when broken,
never loses its voice.

And if there is something beyond the universe,
it must be the eternal echo of you—
a shadow carved into my soul,
a light I cannot unsee,
a forever I keep living.

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Flowers are not just colors in the soil, they are whispers of the universe—fragile yet eternal. Each petal carries a secret of the earth, a softness born out of storms, a reminder that even after the harshest winters, beauty still dares to return. They never bloom for applause, never wither out of shame; they exist in quiet grace, teaching us that life’s truest strength is found in gentleness.

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Write your pain into strength, for that is how healing begins.

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The stars still whisper your sweet name,
their glow is soft, divine,
I lose myself in endless skies,
and dream that you are mine.

Your laughter lingers in the breeze,
it wraps the world in hue,
I chase the dawn yet find my soul,
forever bound to you.

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The Shadow I found in light

In the silver light of moon, I found your shadow
My heart aches, yet it feels the most beautiful pain in this world and beyond.
Each night, the sky becomes a diary of my silence
Where every stars writes your forgotten name in its glow.

The moon follows me like an old secret,
Reminding me of the warmth I once held in my trembling hands
Even in my loneliness, I can never alone,
For your memory drifts through the night like a gentle tide.


And though distance steals your touch away
The moon gifts me your presence in another form
A tender reminder that love never truly fades
It only changes shape, like the endless phases of the sky.

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