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It's almost
4:00 A.M.
Painting in pain
With rain
What's within?
The time stopped my smile
Where it has already used to compile
A tone of words
Into one word:
Love;
Love again!
I say good morning to the night
as it fades away in brightening light.
It taught me silence, gave me stars,
and held my dreams in quiet invisible bars

But now the sky begins to turn,
the sun ignites, the shadows burn.
I bow in thanks before the day
yet mourn the darkness it sweeps away.
Understanding what good morning means.
 1d nivek
silvervi
I ease myself into the uncomfortable.
Releasing the resistance towards the uncomfortable. There's nothing to fear. Breath.
 2d nivek
BEEZEE
He is the light
breaking through the trees
at dawn.

The dust
that falls softly
from the stars.

The wind
that blows leaves
into the air.

And the moon
beaming
on her skin
so fair.

Subtleties
with remarkable beauty.

His love
lives within the universe—
so truly.

He is the light
breaking through the trees
at dawn.

She will cherish a love
until she is gone.
Nov 21 2020
A quiet tribute to my (now) husband
We had only been dating 7 months when I wrote this.
Today is our 2 year wedding anniversary
 2d nivek
Abby
i lick my own wounds
because
only i know

exactly     where       it      hurts
 2d nivek
ndunda
Beneath the beauty of the night's grace,  
A moment bloomed in time and space.  
Her eyes, a spark, the world stood still,  
A breath, a pause, a silent thrill.

Her lips, like petals, soft and slow,  
With her tingle cherry gloss, they seemed to glow.  
A scent so sweet, a winter's breeze,  
That danced like whispers through the trees.

The warmth, oh! It spread from skin to soul,  
A quiet fire I couldn't quite control.  
No words were said, none dared to speak,  
Yet hearts conversed in blush and cheek.

The stars leaned in, the moonlight sighed,  
As if the heavens, too, replied.  
And in that kiss, so pure, so true,  
The world was born in shades of you.
 2d nivek
Zahra
Its skin streaked
with rain and soil,
bows beneath
just a few drops
of water
grateful for even
that small sip.
Its stem,
a little bent,
its face
still golden.
And in that
gesture,
I saw the
grace of
needing little
   but receiving fully.
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