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Your presence renders me mute,
My thoughts—
awash with ecstasy.
My mouth,
forever pursuing the right words,
But they’ll never come.
Your beauty, indescribable by man.
But the Birds?
They speak of you every day.

Your eyes—
a reflection of the branches that harbor them
Your hair—
a fresh moss,
basking in beams of morning light.
Your skin—
smooth as river stone,
resilient to the current’s embrace
Your touch—
a gentle breeze,
a flower’s bloom.

But your smile…
The birds speak nothing of it
For even nature is eclipsed by its radiance
Assuredly, the Sun longs to match its brilliance—
And fails.
Inspired by a beautiful woman.
She is not the reflection they painted,
nor the role they assigned.
She is the breath of the earth,
the roots and the bloom,
both soft and unyielding.
She carries worlds within her—
and owes nothing to anyone.
This poem celebrates the untamed power and essence of womanhood. It defies external labels and expectations, embracing the strength in softness and the quiet force of being. It is a reminder that a woman is whole in herself, carrying limitless potential without needing approval or validation from others.
 Jan 11 Eleanor Robinson
Hex
I reached for the moon to make it mine
But it stayed afar, content to shine
Just like your heart, so distant and divine.
With unbound hair and sun-kissed skin,
She chases sunsets, where dreams begin.
Across the fields, a vibrant hue,
Her heart alight, in shades of blue.

Through whispering woods, and valleys deep,
Where secrets of the wild are kept,
She wanders free, a spirit bright,
Embracing nature's gentle light.

The mountains call, a siren's song,
Their rugged peaks, where she belongs.
She climbs and leaps, with joyful grace,
A smile upon her windswept face.

Beside the ocean, wild and free,
She feels the rhythm of the sea.
The crashing waves, a soothing sound,
On nature's stage, her peace is found.

Each falling star, a silent wish,
To chase the sun, with endless bliss.
A soul untamed, forever young,
In nature's arms, her spirit sung.
The worst part of living in the present
Is remembering something you once had in the past
And knowing you will never find it in the future.
If I could go back, I would search for you.
What would you search for?
He played
with her hair
and poetry
untangled
every
"not"
No distance,
no time,
only this moment,
you and I,
as if the god above,
has listened to my heart's love.

Life is a series of moments.
One moment happy, the next sad. But when two hearts meet as one, nothing else matters......
Hey I am dying
Because I am still living
I have this privilege
One of many livings
Still believing
that there is happiness
Not disguised sadness
In every part of life.

Still not dying breed
But there is flood of greed
Increasing with great speed
Last second swimming
I go in on the tenth
Drowning this moment
I am breathing
The end of air.
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