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Chemistry Of You
Hey, look, you’re looking might fine,Feels like I’m breathing iodine.You’re bright like hydrogen in the morning sun,One look at you and my day’s begun. You’re light like helium, lifting me high,Got me floating every time you walk by,You’re strong like carbon, steady and true,A rare kind of strength in everything you do. You’re the spark,…
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Postcards from Summer
You are somewhere where the ocean glows,Where the salt wind dances and the warm tide flows.I’m barefoot dancing across kitchen tiles,Counting down the days but not the miles. You’ve got palm trees leaning with the breeze,Coconut shadows and endless seas.I’ve got golden skies and a suitcase packed,A little bit of summer tucked in my backpack.…
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The Cradle and the Grave
I have been wondering lately,Of things I cannot seem to know,Why every seed must split itself,Before it ever starts to grow. How the sun that wakes the morning flower,Will watch its colours fade away.How the rain that feeds the roots below,Can wash the soil that made them stay. How the hand that holds a candle,Must…
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The Summer Came Without Us
Winter asked us to stand close enough to keep each other warm,To find a little shelter from the weight of every storm.The nights were long and endless, but I never feared the dark,Because your hands were always there, a place to find my heart. You knew the words that saved me, knew the battles I…
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Where Forgotten Things Go
The forget-me-nots spill over a hillside grave,Blue as the dusk where the last light fades,Growing through cacks in weathered stone,Holding on where time as flown. And the name is gone, washed away,By summer rain and winters grey,Leaving behind only ghosts of lines,And a silence as old as passing time. The willow trees bow with their…
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Orchid Child
Orchid child with velvet skin,Where lilac light comes drifting in,So soft it feels like borrowed air,As if it knows to handle with care. She stands where morning falls too wide,With nowhere gentle left to hide,As though the day was never meant,For something made so delicate. Why was she placed where breezes roam,In air that does…
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Before I Count to Three
Don’t pretend you don’t hear me, don’t pretend you don’t see,I’m right where you left me, exactly where I said I’d be.In the quiet you bury, in the corners you keep,I’ve been tracing your breathing while you’re trying to sleep. You can soften your focus, you can blur what you need,But I’m patient, in case…
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When the moon loves the night
The moon drifts high, a silver queen in endless skies,Its light a gentle promise to all lovers below,Yet every glimmer we admire, every tender sigh,Depends on the shadowed night where only darkness grows. We speak of her as if she rises solely for human eyes,As if her glow exists to mirror longing in our chest,But…
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I Am the Counting
Five things we can see, five things to know,The door, the window, the shadow’s soft glow.The light that shivers and winks in the room,The space between laughter, a crack full of gloom. Look closer, look closer, there’s nothing to miss,Each corner holds whispers, each shadow a hiss. Four things we can feel, four things that…
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If A Tree Falls
A tree falls in a forest, but no one’s around,So follows the question: does it make a sound?Or does stillness blanket where the echo should be,Unheard, unmade, like thoughts lost at sea? If air never trembles inside of a mind,Is motion still motion, or something confined?Does the bark split loudly, or quietly break,If ears are…