The Cartographer of Her Absence
Beneath the hum of steel, a low hymn wove,
The scent of coal and damp wool thick in the air,
We lingered—two lives held in time’s alcove,
A fragile stillness, fleeting, rare.
Her laughter rippled, soft as falling rain,
A river carving silent paths through stone.
Each word she spoke ignited bright and plain,
Fireflies flickering where dreams had grown.
Beside the berth, her gaze a dista...
Tuesday 7th January 2025 11:52 pm
Chasing The Echoes
I cradle a seed within my chest,
A yearning dream that dares not rest.
Each prayer I whisper, soft and true,
Hopes it will bloom in skies of blue.
"And though my seed hides out of sight,
Your laughter breathes it back to life."
Your laughter ignites my shadowed skies,
A fleeting flame, a lover’s sigh.
In every glance, a wordless plea,
That you...
Sunday 17th November 2024 6:58 pm
A Blossom Forsaken
She would go on counting her flaws,
while I was captivated by nothing but those dark eyes—
eyes that, with the faintest touch of sunlight,
shed their shadows and bloomed into amber.
I drift into thoughts of you, morning and night,
as if enchanted—these smiles, they are yours alone.
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
you’d lose your heart in a single breath.
...Monday 11th November 2024 6:31 pm
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