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Moon is silent,
The air’s humming
Around my ear.
Speaking straight
To the head,
The sky is crystal clear.

Mist in the grass.
Silence as every drop falls,
Moon's calm gaze,
A true beauty - my heart calls.

Seeking more
With my breath on hold.
More warmth and calmness,
A bond unknown but too bold.

Not fast,
This moment must pass slow.
For me to cherish this scene,
Making each moment glow.

A black floss rolled out,
Fading the milky light.
I walked away,
Admiring the last sight.
And the air was by my side....................
  1d Yashkrit Ray
zoe
I loved him and now I don't
It's not because I feel disgusted

It's because I accept it
and I don't regret a thing

I sent you a letter
the one you read

Later you sent me a message
and told me the truth

you don't like girls
it's fine I said

I was disappointed at first
But then I accepted the feeling

I support you
no matter what

I tried to seal the wound within
But it just wouldn’t heal
The stitches at seams
Are worn and frayed
Touched by the gentle wind
Tender still
The pain numbed deep within
a wisp in the night
you are a flame I followed
till the ends, till you went out
and left me in the pitch black
all alone.
Sometimes people leave at the worst of times. Started writing this a year ago, just finished it today.
Have you ever seen a demon?
Do not search in hell—it's empty,
nor summon in darkness.

Step before the mirror.
It does not lie.

It remembers—
the lie on your tongue,
the trust you shattered,
the God you abandoned,
the soul you betrayed.

The glass does not forgive.
It recognizes souls.....
And the face that stares back
will not be your own.
Demon and God both are inside us it's our responsibility to choose one.
So choose wisely
My heart fills with joy
Each time I see HP notifications coming by.
“Someone loved your poem” makes me believe,
Confidence blooming in words I weave.

I smile while reading comments in delight,
Each word feels like a guiding light.
“Someone reposted it” gives me gentle thrills,
A kindness that lingers, a warmth that instills.

And when my poem starts trending high,
I whisper thank you, with tears in my eye.
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