Dear friend of my heart, You were the dusk when I first saw you; a stranger obscured by my unwillingness… Read more The Mystery

Dear friend of my heart, You were the dusk when I first saw you; a stranger obscured by my unwillingness… Read more The Mystery
Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would… Read more Not all those who wander…
dear friend of my heart, I woke up from a strange dream earlier tonight. You were in the dream. Not… Read more About Seeing
Dear friend of my heart, Have you ever felt like you had been away for years, but now you are… Read more Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger
Dear friend of my heart, I feel the trembling of your lips on my skin when you try to hide… Read more Evening Slumber Song
Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees
Dear friend of my heart, It is not with words imploring forgiveness of your kind heart that I shall greet… Read more Absence and Greetings
Dear Friend of my Heart, Rhythm and melody are not exclusive. At the moment I come from a feeling that… Read more Dream, Rhythm, and Melody
Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits
Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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