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Beneath the stars, the world is calm and still,
A quiet breath that whispers through the night.
The moonlight casts a glow on every hill,
As dreams take flight beneath its silver light.

The winds, they speak in soft and gentle tones,
And dance with leaves that flutter through the air.
In sleep’s embrace, the weary heart atones,
To rest in peace, free from all earthly care.

The dawn will rise, but now the night is here,
A time for dreams to whisper soft and low.
With every breath, the dark is drawing near,
And all is calm, as stars begin to glow.

So close your eyes and let the world drift by,
For dreams are waiting where the shadows lie.
I want to shut down,
Be put in a coma
For a day, a week 
or a year. 

I want to take a break 
from existing,
Disconnect 
from this stranger 
living in my bones
And this empty world.
Dear little one,
I wish I could tell you who you were meant to be,
but I never had the chance to meet you.
You were supposed to laugh without hesitation,
to dance barefoot in the grass,
to wake up without the weight of the world
pressed against your chest.

You were supposed to dream
without fearing the fall,
to believe in love
without flinching at its touch.
You should have known kindness
without conditions,
safety without apologies,
home without war.

But they took you from me
before you ever had a chance to breathe.
They stole your voice
and left me with the echoes,
turned your soft hands into fists,
your open heart into armor.

I search for you in the quiet,
in the spaces between my ribs,
but all I find are ghosts—
memories that were never made,
a life that was never lived.

I carry you still,
even in the ruins,
even in the spaces where childhood should have been.
And if I could,
I would build you a home in my arms,
rock you to sleep with a lullaby
you were never sung.

I cannot bring you back,
but I can promise this:
I will live for us both.
I will find the softness the world denied you,
and I will whisper your name
into the wind—
so you know you were never forgotten.
This is a letter to the child I never got to be—the version of me who should have known love without conditions, safety without fear, and joy without pain. This is for them, for the life they never had.
My eyes have seen evil,
But I hoped for the best;
I planted the seed
Of love where I could.
I did not see the extent
of my works manifest;
I did not play the reaper
I inclined to do good.

I did not eat or savour
The fruit of my labour
It was my job to sow
And let the seed grow.
Time is a cruel master
It continues to flow
The difference I made
My heart does not know.

I didn't want glory
nor a large sum of money
but an honourable discharge
and my sins to be waived.
Now I'm nearing the grave
and I'm beginning to see
All the love I gave,
I did it for me!
Your story is interesting
Unique and brilliant
No need to omit it
Glory is imminent
The people against you
Have all been defeated

You are very much needed
Love is the only emotion
That makes one experience every other emotion combined in one

It takes one's honour
It takes one's soul

It makes one go from a blooming flower
To a flameful burnt flower
It puts a smile on one's face but brings rain into their heart

Love's fresh
But
Then
It
Rots
It heals
but
Then
It
Bleeds

And love makes one experience it all
All in one
All at once
In love with a mind that can solve the stars,
And here I am analysing their scars

His knowledge stretches into the future
And here’s mine diverting back into the past

He hikes through the mountains
And here’s me growing lilies into my yard

He is a scout lead teaching life’s skills
And here’s me sharing Kenwood house’s appeal

His age is beyond my wisdom
And here’s mine growing like a lavender’s seed

Because this is love
And this is how it is meant to be

I am in love with a growing mind in the countryside
While mine’s stuck in the city, pinning dots of the past
Providing in depth Analysis:

‘In love with a mind that can solve the stars’
Implies that the poet’s lover is into physics or astronomy.
‘And here I am analysing their scars’ this could mean the poet herself is into literature or history.

‘His knowledge stretches into the future’
Suggests that the poet’s lover holds a higher level of education perhaps having a masters or a PHD.
‘And here’s mine diverting back into the past’
Again the poet mentions her passion for History as well as indicating being at a lower education level perhaps having her A levels or a Bachelors.

‘He hikes through the mountains’
This implies the poet’s lover is active and enjoys nature’s company.
‘And here’s me growing lilies into my yard’
This portrays poet’s inactiveness and passion towards gardening.

‘He is a scout lead teaching life’s skills’
This suggests the poet’s lover’s profession may be of a teacher or perhaps he enjoys the company of children and adores children. This also implies he is a very skilled person.
‘And here’s me sharing Kenwood house’s appeal’
This agains explore’s poet’s passion for learning and teaching history. This could also mean the poet herself is a history teacher.

‘His age is beyond my wisdom’
Here the poet explore’s the age gap between her and her lover. The poet also could be implying gaps between their education levels due to their big age gap.
‘And here’s mine growing like a lavender’s seed’
This suggests perhaps the poet is younger than her lover.

‘Because this is love
And this is how it is meant to be’
Poet could be implying that one has no control over who they love or how they may experience love.

‘I am in love with a growing mind in the countryside’
This implies the poet’s lover is constantly learning different things or perhaps conducting a research for his PHD or Masters. This could also mean that the poet’s lover’s is growing in age.
‘While mine’s stuck in the city, pinning dots of the past’
This implies the poet’s set career journey like working at a set place or not pursuing higher levels of education like obtaining a masters or a PHD. This could also mean the poet is still passionate about history and exploring different parts of history.
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