I am moving to the moon

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It's my
Birthday today!

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She painted war

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Should I walk out,
To see how the world looks?
Should I sit with the stars,
To correct the past they hold?
Should I sit with the moon,
To feel how scars look beautiful?
Should I sit with the clouds,
To judge my uneven path?
Should I talk to the sun,
To know it's okay to hide at night?
Should I run miles,
To feel the body I never thanked?
Should I pick up that leaf,
And imagine life till the end?
Should I sit with my tears,
To differentiate how happiness looks?
Should I listen to the winds,
To hear stories I forgot to live?
Should I lie on the earth,
To feel the weight I never held?
Should I watch the rivers,
To learn how to move without fear?
Should I follow a bird,
To remember dreams I buried deep?
Should I close my eyes,
To finally see what's inside?
Should I simply breathe,
And know it’s what we call life?

~SAPNA SINGH

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I once sent him a bracelet, and when it broke, he gathered every bead and cradled them, as if even shattered things whispered stories worth keeping. When anger rises between us, he returns like a soft wind, melting the distance with his quiet presence. When he comes back to our city for the holidays, I find myself hoping the streets themselves will conspire to bring us face to face, and when he leaves again, it feels like time folds away a moment I had been holding onto. He is not always loud with his heart, but when I catch his eyes, I can feel his smile unfolding, tender and certain, reaching me without a word. I send him pictures and he looks at them as if I am a masterpiece only he was meant to find. I hope he remains. I hope he stays.

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When You Touch Me
I know what it means
When you touch me,
My heart urges me to breathe,
And my eyelids close,
Never wanting to leave the scene.
My lips begin to dry too fast,
Waiting to deliver a perfect start.
My ears receive your heavy sound,
And chemicals start jumping all around.
My body carves out every path,
When you touch me with your heart.

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Born Confident

I cried aloud for food I craved,
Laughed like sunshine in the park I braved.
Danced with joy, no glances spared,
In crowded rooms, I never cared.
When asked to speak, I took the stage
A little star, wise beyond my age.
I was born with fire, bold and free,
The world felt soft beneath my feet.

But time moved on, and so did I,
Behind closed doors, I learned to cry.
Scored too low, I broke inside,
Hid my smile, let laughter hide.
Now music plays, but I don’t move,
Though no one mocks, I can’t approve.
They ask of dreams, of hopes, of strife
I blankly pause, forgetting life.
I built a shell, both safe and tight,
When truth replaced the childhood light.

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If I could go back in time,
I would hug you tighter,this time.
Before closing my eyes,
I would see, and see, and see again
The way you look when you love me.

And when you touch me,
It would feel as if the world comes to rest.
When you speak, even a single word,
I would slow the winds just to listen
To take note of what you love, what you desire.

When you rest your head on my lap,
Gravity itself would feel optional.
I would lean down to touch your lips,
And begin a tale we’d carry for years to come.

I would try, but shyly look away again,
Just for you to hold my chin, and make me see
Your pleasant, bubbly smile.

And at the end of our tale, when you leave,
I would let you go, holding back,
But hugging you tighter this time.

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I love to look at that tree and see,
A bird fixing its nest,
Another bringing food,
Little eggs waiting to be hatched.

Evenings mark their love.
They come to rest together,
Chirping about the day.
They never forget their nest.

The day ends
And I wait to see them again,
Again, with the hope of watching them,
Watching them grow.

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