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When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound

The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound

(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)
imprinted on my heart
in minuscule cursive letters
are three words
that sweep courage off its feet
lingering at the roof of my mouth
clambering over each other
to be let out
out
out
swallowing them is futile
so I whisper it instead
"I love you"

Esther L. Krenzin
I heard a poem the other day, a line has haunted me for days.

"I want to be loved not because I'm the antidote to your loneliness, but because your loneliness runs parallel to mine." -Whitney Hanson.
I reach out,
but your warmth,
has already slipped away.
Moment we realise, the absence is louder than the presence ever was....
The trees breathe
in a language
older than time.
I’ve got this massive curry leaves tree in my garden. It’s my unofficial therapist..... hehe
Yep, I share my problems with it—big, small, and downright embarrassing...
But I make sure no one’s watching. I don’t want the neighbors thinking I’ve gone nuts!!
heheheh~~
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