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Listen to your soul
Remember your tears
Keep the words your heart speak

These will guide you
Towards that which you need

Believe
Believe
Believe
I cannot say a slithe in form
But a rapture to my ears
Once I categorized
all the songs
It brought me low to tears

But in the dark of
nocturnal dreams
I cried out in dispair
To hear the incessant
thrill of the mocking bird
made me pull my hair

Now the nights have been reclaimed
goodbye to the nights of all my pain
The mockingbird no longer thrills at 3 a.m.
It has met a tragic end
 Mar 14 Nylee
Lizzie Bevis
Steel my heart
with nimble skill,
and sharpen my mind
with a warrior's will.
Let my courage flow
through my ****** veins,
as storms will come,
but I'll break their reign.
My battle cry will shatter
foes at dawn,
and they will break,
but, I will never bend,
as I fight valiantly
until the end.

©️Lizzie Bevis
We celebrate freedom in words
In verse and in literary gaze
In languages unknown
Connecting through
Chords and notes
Musically bound

Across the globe
Gallivanting
Through time and space
Crossing boundaries

Colours of Holi
Unites us like a rainbow
One in spirit

Every shade illuminates
Under the big warm sun
Happy Holi 🍀🍀
14/03/2025
 Mar 14 Nylee
Marc Morais
My heart was always
bluer than the sky—

I asked the sea
if it might
wash my pain
away—

but the sea
will carry nothing away
that I don’t let go.
 Mar 14 Nylee
Maryann I
How many ways to love, you ask—
a question no number could hold.
Is it the warmth in a morning glance,
or fingers laced when nights grow cold?

Is it stitched in quiet acts—
the coffee brewed before you wake,
the lullaby in whispered words,
the comfort found when hearts ache?

It’s in the listening without reply,
in laughter blooming from nothing at all,
in standing near through storm and still,
in catching you before you fall.

It’s in the gentle brushing of hair,
the note slipped beneath your door,
the holding on through distance long,
the choosing you, and then once more.

It’s in the growing, side by side,
in space that’s safe, yet ever near,
in letting go of fear to trust,
in every soft “I’m here.”

So how many ways to love, you say?
More than stars that grace the night,
more than raindrops ever kissed
the windowpane with morning light.

Count each heartbeat, each breath we take,
each kindness passed from hand to hand—
and still, you’d only touch the edge
of love’s vast, endless strand.
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