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In the silence of night

wounds of the heart scream.
On the small balcony,
they sit blanket wrapped,
just past midnight.

Earth smells of rain,
cloud dazzling secrets.

As he leans in,
not for a kiss,
but to give a piece
of his past
to her soul.
:)
The moon listens,
to the ocean's sigh,
both distant,
yet eternally destined.
and they'll continue to live this way.
Waves caress my feet,
ever so gently,
wind murmurs words of love
to me,
the sun kisses my soul
so warmly.

Within this ocean of affection,
my thoughts tremble,
but my heart yearns
to drown deep,
lost in the ebb.
Love yourself~~~~~
(even when life’s a mess, even when you feel unworthy, even when clouds of doubts and fears surround you)

Imagine creating a masterpiece happily, only to hear someone call it ugly and unworthy.
Yeah.... and that's how God and our parents feel when we talk down on ourselves
I was once curiously asked:
"Why write poetry?
Does it pay the bills?"

I replied with a smile:
"It does far more than that -
it heals."
WAR
What good does a war do ?
Taking lives of civilians and soldiers alike,
destroying livelihoods.

What good does a war do ?
You killed my people, I killed yours -
the cycle goes on and on .

What good does a war do?
Fighting for a piece of land-
what good is a piece of land
if all your loved ones are dead ?

What good does a war do?
Polluting air , damaging crop lands -
what good will it do if you have poison to breathe, no food to eat?

Don't we have enough
cause to fight-
climate change, global warming, ever -rising pollution?

It is not the time to fight each other but to stand together with each other.
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