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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.

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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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Breathe Face Reach Waste Word
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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Alone Earth Myself Prayer
Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
In the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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Forget Love Hands Hold Promise Sun Yourself
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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Break Up Change I Miss You
Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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Future Myself People Stranger
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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Break Mosaic Pieces Yourself

Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.

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