
First, I let you go, then I rise.
Freedom doesn't always begin with a step forward. Sometimes it begins with letting go, quietly, not dramatically, not loudly.
An open ha...
Ivan in Abstracts
Freedom doesn't always begin with a step forward. Sometimes it begins with letting go, quietly, not dramatically, not loudly.
An open ha...
Before a door of stone and might, she stands alone, in veiled white light.
A silent cloth she holds with grace, to shield the truth, yet...
O Lord of Light, of wisdom, of time, illuminate souls lost in the grime
of fearing that virtue is stitched in a dress, forgetting that t...
Soft dunes rise in light, whispers weave through tangled grass, silence breathes her name.
Eros does not die from absence, but from overexposure – made visible, controlled, consumed, but no longer felt
A butterfly crawls from muted depths, from a silent mouth, in frozen night.
In shadowed peace, where fears lie sleeping, it found its wa...
So I sink down, as my strength fades away, my soul listens close to what chaos may bring.
The sea cries loud, yet I hear its pray, and w...
Silent roots whisper, Old soul rests on ancient bark, Timeless breaths of peace.
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