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Awnaeji Mar 10
I knew this feeling clear and deep
The way the world takes on a hue
Of vibrant light a softened grace
A smile reflected in your face.

This quiet bond a secret kept
Where others fail and others slept
We'll find our love in silent grace
Defined by us in time and space.
“Known Feeling” expresses a quiet, deep love that brightens the world and creates a unique bond shared only by two hearts, defined by its own gentle grace.
Awnaeji Mar 4
I keep it hidden every feeling deep
A private space where my emotions sleep
I say your name in silent, gentle ways
And build a world of remembered days.
This poem is a quiet, private love held deep within an inner world of tender emotions and cherished memories spoken softly in silence.
Awnaeji Feb 26
A sweet voice in your written word,
A stolen hour, like none I've heard.
Mr. Sunshine you caught my falling hair,
A fleeting joy, I never knew.

This fragile bloom, a whispered grace,
A stolen moment, distance ,time and space
Moment's breath, a held, exquisite dream
The heart's canvas, memory's trace.
This poem tried to captures the delicate beauty of brief, treasured encounters sweet words and fleeting joys that linger as precious memories despite distance and time.
Awnaeji Feb 25
No longer fooled by sweet disguise,
She shields her soul from judging eyes.
For trust, once given, now denied,
Leaves only emptiness inside.
Awnaeji Feb 24
I lay before you what my soul can bear,
A simple truth, a breath of living air.
Yet, raise no towers on my earthly dust,
For I am but a hand, in which you trust.
Awnaeji Feb 24
I send my words upon the whispered wind,
A fragile message, hoping it will find
Your listening ear, your heart's receptive space,
To bridge the gap, and time's relentless chase.
Each gust a sigh, a longing to be near,
A phantom touch, to banish every fear.
Awnaeji Feb 24
The path we tread, a winding way,
The garden blooms, or fades to gray,
And in your soul, what flowers sway?
A metaphor poem describing to a blooming and fading gardens to reflect on a long love questioning which feelings still move within the soul after time and change.
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