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Giyanna L Jul 4
I once dreamt the mountain could speak—
it called me by every name I've forgotten,
braided moonlight into my throat,
and left dew behind my tongue
as proof I was ever kissed by something ancient.

Now, when I weep,
my tears birth a headwater stream.

It flowed in red
though the dream spun black and white
the green leaves formed my suit,
and the rolling stones my shoes
as if gravity led me—
and the valley summoned me home.
Soul Jul 4
(Part 01)

As the dawn arrived,
the cold breeze
swept the
belt of
yellow sand
with her fragile
delicate fingertips,
till the sun
dipped low
and
melted into
the seas of tears,
for the moon
to take a
flight
into the skies
to have a ballet
with the
stars.
That true beauty lies in those who fade away quietly, letting others shine, and remain until no pain reaches them.
irinia Jul 2
here horizon feels like the palm of a god
the lake receives the fury of summer
un unutterable feeling pushes my hands into firestorms
light rests on everything heavy as the clouds
birds carry their chirp into the destiny of the air
the moon hides somewhere in the silence of the forest
my eyes are too small a nest for the  flow of wonder
If the stars could speak through skies at night,
And every shimmer held a dream in light,
Would we dare to listen, still and long,
To find the place where all our hopes belong?

If the trees could walk the world with grace,
And share the stories rooted in each place,
Would we learn to honor leaf and ground,
And hear in silence how all life is bound?

If the oceans rose to voice their song,
Revealing secrets they’ve held deep and long,
Would we dive into their boundless blue,
And join the dance of life in something true?

If hearts could speak without a single sound,
And feelings lost were suddenly unbound,
Would love then bloom, unshackled, wide and tall,
And bind all souls together, one and all?

If tomorrow came with no more pain
Just golden calm behind the passing rain
Would we step forward, fearless, full of light,
And paint our lives in every color bright?
A gentle reflection on wonder, connection, and how the world might change if we truly listened to nature, to each other, and to hope. This piece is close to my heart. Open to critique. Feel free to comment on flow, imagery, or emotional impact.
heidi Jul 2
The world is waking
A cacophony of birds
The sun cracks the sky
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