The donkey swayed through fading light, dust rose, laughter lingered,
a memory carried farther than the road.

Butterflies in a quiet dawn appear,
threads of souls that circle near.
Through cycles of death and cry,
they wake anew beneath blue sky.
Wings remember what once they knew,
reborn, connected, forever true.

They fall, they rise, they breathe again,
from ash to air, from loss to flame.
A whisper born of lives gone by,
now riding light beneath the sky.
In every wing, a world made new,
rebirth in motion, pure and true.

Stars above, so soft and bright,
Shine on Gaza through the night.
Hold each child in quiet grace,
Bring them hope and a safe place

Let them dream, let them play,
Let them see a peaceful day.
Hear this prayer, so small and true.
Love and light for children too.

God above, so kind and near,
Keep the children safe from fear.
Give them beds and skies so blue,
And let them laugh like others do.

Scars within whisper tales only your soul can hear,
Silent stories hidden deep, beyond the world's ear.
In shadows they softly speak, of pain and grace,
A secret song of healing, in your quiet space

Inside me, starlightdust descends,
A gentle glow that never ends.
But as it gathers, thick and deep,
It fills my soul, I start to weep.

The weight of stars, so cold, so bright,
It pulls me down into the night.
Until I drown in endless glow,
Lost in pain I cannot show.

In shadows deep, the Noctilux gleams,
A guiding light within our dreams.
I believe each soul has its own night,
Waiting to find its shining light.

One day, darkness and dawn will meet,
In perfect harmony, pure and sweet.
Lovers of light and dark unite,
Together they become one bright night.

The ocean keeps whispering your name, yet every wave returns empty to my shore. I am drowning in the space where you once were, swallowed by tides that refuse to bring you back... 💭🌊✨️