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Words and fire

one intangible, one elemental

so different from each other

yet so similar in nature

when use with care

both give warmth and comfort

                 and

when not careful

destruction follows.
All the grief,
all the pain –
I accept it
with both hands,
for it was given
to me
by the one
I love
It was your silence

that gave me voice.
Why do you worry so much?

A stalker cannot breach your heart.

For, the moment you keep someone
in your heart,

your love itself becomes a shield,
protecting your heart from all evil.
I tried hard to forget,
never to look back,
not to stay still, but move on –
Yet, all roads lead me
back to your heart.

You went away from my life,
now, you are out of my sight,
but you continue to reside in my heart.

My world is not yours anymore,
your heart doesn't feel my love anymore,
you have shut me out of your life,
erased all my memories of the past.

Yet...all my efforts failed me,
for all the roads lead me
back to your heart.
When your heart is heavy
and full of pain,
cry till your heart is light,
for tears are not a weakness
to hide –
but a treasure
to proudly share with the world.
If you ever fall down,

think of yourself

as a waterfall.
 Jul 15 Pavel Rup
Rastislav
Sometimes, I hear a song
through someone
else’s headphones,
 too quiet to name
 but loud enough to feel.

I never ask what it is.
Letting it stay anonymous
 feels more honest.
It’s not mine.
I was just near it.

A violin behind a closed door
  in an apartment I’ll never enter.
Footsteps on an old wooden floor above me
  like a rhythm nobody meant to write.
A man humming in the metro
  not to perform,
  but because he’s alone
    and forgot the world has ears.

There are moments I’ve been completely undone
  by a melody I never fully heard.

Half of it lost to the train.
Half of it blurred by walls.
But something in me
  was tuned
    just right
      to catch what escaped.

We think music is what’s played.
But maybe it’s also what passes through
      when we weren’t looking.
      When we didn’t try to hold it.
      Or name it.
      Or own it.
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