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Sleep
is for dreamers
to hide
from the dawn

My visions
returning
and will
mostly gone

Three days
since I’ve
woken
the memories dance

All over
the future
in destiny’s
— trance

(The New Room: September, 2024)
When times get hard dear soul
lean on the power of God !
If stars refuse to shine then  
hold on to the light of Christ
and let Him illuminate, your path
Don't linger on your grief for too long  
for even rainbows disappear after rain  
Just believe in the power of His love  
and keep your eyes on the prize
heaven is for the brave ones like you
When times get hard dear one,
lean on the power of God !
the dull feel of pain
but not really pinching
more achy than sharp
which is better in most cases
this hurts more than it did
the first time around
but it also doesn’t hurt one bit
a mystery left unsolved
and goodbye isn’t a word
it’s more of a feeling
and through the days i felt
that you might be leaving
so adieu and farewell
it was perhaps a good time
but losing is a pain
and i lost every game
i still miss how you talk
but i don’t miss you at all
that’s important
remember
it doesn’t affect me at all
but it’s sad to look back
rome wasn’t built in a day
the greatest empires all fall
they all believe they’re eternal
but the difference is that
it really felt like we were.
  Sep 12 PuellaGratiae
Yonah Jeong
real flower hurts alone.
  Sep 12 PuellaGratiae
Àŧùl
A door is a door,
Whether you adore it for it's made by a doer.
Keep procrastinating and let the defect stay,
or get it replaced.
A poem about a misfit door.

My HP Poem #1984
©Atul Kaushal
  Sep 12 PuellaGratiae
Bekah Halle
Acceptance is sweet,
But takes time
And is hard to achieve.
It cannot be worked on like a muscle;
Quantity is not the answer,
Time is.
Acceptance comes like a timid mouse,
Rather than like a herd of elephants.
Walk the journey,
Traverse the landscape,
Feel the sensations of emotions.
Be present.
Grief is a vital ingredient.
Embrace it with both hands, and
A warm heart.
It’s time for winter to thaw, and
Spring to have its way.
Feel the joy of new life,
Harness its power;
Acceptance is a force to be reckoned with.
She
Adorned in the Attire of Hopes,
She takes flights to rove.
Her plight has become her strength;
There is no boundary to her pride's length.
With a Crown of Esteem,
The Shine from her Beams.
Freedom is the Ornament,
Empowering her for life's Tournament!!

© Biswarupa Purkayastha.
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