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2026-03-14 19:25:38 UTC

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2026-03-13 22:08:43 UTC

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2026-03-13 19:23:05 UTC

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
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2026-03-13 18:44:17 UTC

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❤❤❤❤

2026-03-13 18:42:47 UTC

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2026-03-13 18:42:36 UTC

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the wind may rage, the branches bend and sway,
yet you remain the dawn inside the day.
their whispers drift like dust upon the air,
but rivers never seek the sky’s repair.
your laughter spills like light through open glass,
your hands shape worlds that quietly surpass.
some hearts grow restless when they see you rise,
uncertain of the fire within your eyes.
the crowd may lean toward you, then retreat,
uneasy with the rhythm of your beat.
yet still you stand—unborrowed, fierce, and free,
a living note in your own melody.
each step you place becomes a soft decree,
each breath a spark of quiet sovereignty.
no borrowed mask, no script for you to see,
your soul writes truth in bold autonomy.
so let them watch, let curious voices roam
the stars themselves were once unknown.
for tides do not command the restless sea
they simply shift around its gravity.

2026-03-12 22:03:07 UTC

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2026-03-12 19:39:23 UTC

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taking the risk and trusting the craft. 🔥❤🌹💞

2026-03-12 19:30:45 UTC

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2026-03-12 19:25:47 UTC

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2026-03-11 22:02:03 UTC

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2026-03-11 19:58:46 UTC

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Success comes from thinking beyond immediate tasks. strategy decides the direction, not just the steps.

2026-03-11 18:17:29 UTC

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2026-03-11 18:17:19 UTC

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A false promise drifts on velvet air,
a lullaby too kind to bear,
it paints the dusk with borrowed gold
while leaving silent wounds untold.
It sways like branches in the gale,
a fragile truth behind the veil,
its polished words, so smooth, so light,
conceal the fracture out of sight.
But honest “no,” though sharp and bare,
is clean as frost on winter air.
It draws a line the heart can see,
and cuts the knots that bind it free.
No ghost of hope, no tethered string,
no hollow dreams that slowly sting
just steady ground and open sky,
where wounded wings can learn to fly.
So greet the truth, though cold it seems,
it clears the fog of softer dreams.
For kinder far the blade sincere
than whispers sweet that hide their fear.

2026-03-10 20:30:42 UTC

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2026-03-10 19:48:15 UTC

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2026-03-10 18:02:18 UTC

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2026-03-10 18:02:06 UTC

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They say a mind that dreams too far
will break beneath a crowded star,
that wings too bold will lose the air
and fall through doubt and cautious care.
Yet I have learned to befriend the flame,
to whisper softly to its name,
to let it burn through bone and bone
until its light becomes my own.
Each doubt a stone along the climb,
each fear a bell that tolls with time
still hand by hand, through night and wall,
I scale the heights that dare the fall.
The world may laugh, may name me wild,
a reckless heart, a dreaming child
yet mountains move for those who stand
with stubborn fire in heart and hand.
For what they call a sweet delusion
is often vision in seclusion:
a fragile seed the brave ones sow
in soil the timid fear to know.
So let them say the dream’s too high,
too bright to live beneath this sky
for worlds are shaped by those who see
a “cannot” bend to “yet to be.”

2026-03-08 21:29:50 UTC

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beautiful 😍

2026-03-08 19:50:59 UTC

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good morning
pua vida ❤

2026-03-08 19:48:15 UTC

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good morning
pura vida ❤

2026-03-08 19:47:23 UTC

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2026-03-08 18:31:34 UTC

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Beautiful 😍😍

2026-03-08 18:30:06 UTC

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2026-03-08 18:29:57 UTC

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Do not let the cruel or cold
unravel the warmth your heart can hold.
Their words may bruise, their tempers rise,
like winter winds through gentler skies.
Yet deep within, a quiet flame
still whispers softly of your name.
For kindness grows where anger ends,
in silent soil the spirit tends.
It blooms beneath indifferent air,
a fragile hope the brave still share.
Do good, though others turn away
let mercy color every day.
When bitterness begins to speak,
let patience guard the calm you keep.
For love is not a fragile art,
it is the courage of the heart.
A steady wind, unseen yet strong,
that lifts the weary, moves along.
Stand tall, become a lantern bright
when doubt and shadow claim the night.
A single spark the dark may slow,
a single soul can make light grow.
For goodness is the seed you sow
and rivers rise where seeds once grow.

2026-03-08 18:24:40 UTC

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2026-03-07 21:14:42 UTC

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2026-03-07 18:30:33 UTC

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2026-03-07 17:58:25 UTC

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2026-03-07 17:58:15 UTC

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countless faces drift through sunlit streams,
bright as the hush of wandering dreams
petals of beauty bloom and fall,
a fleeting glow that time will call.
for eyes may wander, drawn by light,
by passing sparks that charm the sight
yet sooner or later the restless heart
longs for a place it won’t depart.
a laugh that rises, warm and clear,
a touch that says i’m always here
devotion growing, soft and slow,
like patient roots beneath the snow.
where wisdom rests in quiet grace,
and gentle humor lights a face,
where patience blooms in steady art,
and kindness writes upon the heart.
arms that hold more than they seem,
a soul that shelters every dream
a warmth that pulls the spirit near,
and makes the wandering feel sincere.
rare as constellations burning bright
in endless oceans of the night
a love not loud, yet deep and true,
a perfect sky for two to view.

2026-03-07 14:13:45 UTC

Look for the small wonders; they are often the ones that carry the most weight

2026-03-06 19:51:21 UTC

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2026-03-06 19:50:48 UTC

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2026-03-05 19:11:20 UTC

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🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀

2026-03-05 19:10:23 UTC

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2026-03-05 19:10:09 UTC

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peace begins where courage slows,
where restless rivers gently close,
where hearts unlearn the need to race
and silence finds a dwelling place.
before the hand can shape the deed,
before the tongue gives life to speed,
a quiet garden, soft and wide,
is blooming somewhere deep inside.
reaction sparks like summer fire,
quick to rise and climb up higher
yet wisdom is the patient rain
that cools the ash, that soothes the flame.
one sacred breath, a pause of light,
can turn a wrong to tender right
a moment held with mindful grace
can stitch torn edges into place.
let kindness be the hidden thread
through every thought unsaid, unread
let gentleness outshine the noise,
outlast the clash of clashing poise.
for peace is not a distant shore
nor something bargained for in war
it lives within the simple art
of choosing calm from the start.
and slowly then the world will bend,
as storm to stillness learns to tend
when hearts decide to lead the way,
even the loudest winds obey.

2026-03-05 18:47:25 UTC

Not sure😁
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2026-03-05 18:45:16 UTC

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❤

2026-03-05 18:38:31 UTC

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2026-03-04 18:32:01 UTC

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2026-03-04 18:31:48 UTC

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to be a poet is to borrow dawn
and spill it softly on the lawn of thought,
to stitch the wind with silver thread,
and wake the quiet words unsaid.
to gather stardust in your veins,
to taste the sweetness born of pains,
to shape the ache, to bless the bruise,
and turn lost hours to something you can use.
to be a lover is to stand unarmed
before a pulse that leaves you charmed,
to cup a heartbeat in your hands
as though it were shifting sands.
to learn the language under skin,
where trembling truths are folded in,
where silence hums and glances spark,
and even daylight carries dark.
the pen is fire without a scar,
a fragile, faithful northern star
the touch is ink upon the air,
a vow the body learns to bear.
both ask surrender, both ask grace,
both leave their fingerprints on space.
in breath and line, in flame and part,
they bloom as one divided heart.

2026-03-02 15:32:59 UTC

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2026-03-01 20:26:55 UTC

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2026-03-01 18:24:44 UTC

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2026-03-01 18:08:24 UTC

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2026-03-01 18:08:15 UTC

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they say they’re busy—clocks in their eyes,
always departing, wrapped in replies.
the fridge hums closed on half-lit rooms,
their promises wilt like cut-stem blooms.
each “i’ll call back” dissolves in air,
a ghost of care that isn’t there
their laughter flickers, pale and brief,
a borrowed warmth, a paper leaf.
attention wanders where it wills,
over brighter lights and louder thrills
it does not anchor, does not stay,
it slips like dusk from hands of clay.
but you—
you are not built to beg the breeze
or chase the echo through the trees.
your heart is not a waiting room
for absent feet and certain gloom.
do not kneel to a closing door,
nor barter worth for something more.
love is not rationed, thin and spare
it blooms where someone chooses care.
step toward the ones who hold your gaze,
who warm your nights and know your days
let silence keep what will not fight,
and walk where you are met with light.

2026-02-28 22:24:05 UTC

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2026-02-28 19:20:59 UTC

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.

2026-02-28 18:02:54 UTC

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2026-02-28 18:02:41 UTC

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we crowned ourselves a golden play,
a perfect script, a flawless sway,
beneath the lights of borrowed glow
where fragile egos steal the show.
but tempests came with honest hands,
unmasking truth we’d never planned
breakups like thunder split the sky,
pride laid bare its quiet lie.
the mirror fell in silver rain,
each shard a whisper edged with pain
and in its ruthless, lucid gleam
we faced the selves we’d dressed in dream.
what once was pleasure—bright, but brief
proved light as dust on autumn leaf
it could not touch the deeper flame
no storm nor sorrow yet could tame.
we learned that joy is not applause,
nor polished masks nor vain because
it lives where quiet courage grows,
where truth stands naked, yet still glows.
so rise from ruin, soft but strong,
let broken notes remake your song
for pain, though fierce, is not your end
it is the fire that helps you mend.

2026-02-27 22:01:14 UTC

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2026-02-27 21:26:27 UTC

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2026-02-26 18:47:02 UTC

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2026-02-26 18:20:38 UTC

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2026-02-26 18:20:28 UTC

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when shadows gather, thick and slow,
and fragile dreams forget their glow,
remember — night is but a seam
stitched gently to the hem of dream.
for dawn does not ask wounds to hide,
it lays its gold on every side,
each bruise a map of where you’ve been,
each tear a tide that carved within.
do not let lessons harden cold,
like winter gripping what you hold.
let sorrow pass — a passing rain
that leaves behind a greener plain.
lift your eyes beyond the ache,
feel how quietly the heavens wake
there is a music in your chest
that even broken notes make blessed.
step once more where blossoms start,
let thawing light unseal your heart.
love again with trembling grace,
let hope rewrite the darkest place.
live again — though fear may call,
rise taller from the tender fall.
believe again — the sky is wide,
and courage walks close by your side.
for spring returns in faithful hue,
and life still leans its light toward you.

2026-02-25 18:39:07 UTC

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In the palm of your hand, you hold the world of another.

2026-02-25 13:19:00 UTC

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2026-02-25 13:18:47 UTC

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The sky keeps no score of your failures,
no ledger of missteps or shame.
It opens each morning, unbothered,
and calls you by more than your name.
The rivers don’t ask for perfection,
they only insist you move.
They carve their truth through stubborn stone
with nothing left to prove.
And you—made of dust and thunder,
of question, of ache, of flame
are not a mistake in progress,
not a half-erased refrain.
You are the pause before the chorus,
the inhale before the cry,
the quiet force of roots below
that lift the forest high.
Let doubt be wind—it cannot stay.
Let fear be passing rain.
The earth has never once refused
to bloom through honest pain.
So take your trembling daylight
and wear it like a crown,
even the sun must sink each night
before it rises town by town.
There is no race the stars are running,
no finish line above.
The sky keeps no score, my friend
it only widens into love.

2026-02-24 21:29:59 UTC

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Listening to the things the wind only whispers to those who sit still.

2026-02-24 19:32:37 UTC

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2026-02-23 18:01:04 UTC

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2026-02-23 18:00:52 UTC

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A window opens in the chest
where wind and wonder come to rest,
and something small begins to glow
a seed the dark has helped to grow.
It is not loud, it does not shout,
it blooms in silence, doubt by doubt
a quiet courage, thin but bright,
unfolding softly into light.
The sky may press with clouds of gray,
old echoes tug the heart astray,
yet underneath, a steady flame
keeps whispering your hidden name.
You are not only what has been,
nor just the scars beneath your skin
you are the tide that learns the shore,
the closed fist slowly asking more.
So walk through shadows, unafraid
even the dusk was once afraid.
For every ending, deep and blue,
is just a dawn becoming you.

2026-02-23 15:06:37 UTC

"I am a dreamer and I am a silent person. I live in the sky and the clouds."
— Krizia
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2026-02-22 22:03:15 UTC

Freedom isn’t escape.
It’s the collapse of the one who’s been managing everything.

2026-02-22 15:04:43 UTC

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2026-02-22 13:17:13 UTC

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2026-02-22 13:17:02 UTC

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I was not born to echo thunder,
nor carve my name in hardened stone.
I came like rain—soft, uncertain
learning the language of falling alone.
The sky did not applaud my arrival,
no trumpet split the waiting air
only a quiet pulse of starlight
threaded silver through my hair.
I have been river, split by mountains,
I have been seed beneath the frost
I have kept my fire in folded hands
when the map was torn and lost.
Time, that patient sculptor, whispered,
You are both the blade and clay.
So I let my edges soften,
let my shadows find their way.
There are galaxies inside my breathing,
small revolutions in my chest
every doubt a dim-lit planet
circling hope that will not rest.
If I break, I break like morning
light spilling through a fractured seam.
If I fall, I fall like autumn
turning loss to amber gleam.
Do not measure me by noise
oceans move in silent might.
I am the hush before the sunrise,
the slow insistence of the light.
And if the world forgets my footprint,
washes clean the sand I knew,
still the wind will speak my story
I was here. I rose. I grew.

2026-02-21 22:18:20 UTC

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2026-02-21 19:49:31 UTC

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it can be a loved one, or a simple memory or a younger version of you. 🤗

2026-02-21 14:48:52 UTC

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2026-02-21 14:10:28 UTC

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2026-02-21 14:10:18 UTC

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memories bloom where bright dreams slept,
in fields the restless sunlight kept
the colors once loud in reckless hue
now soften into tender blue.
laughter that leapt on a summer wind,
barefoot, fearless, unpinned,
now lingers low in twilight’s seam,
a hush between the bark and dream.
each photograph, a fragile flame,
whispers softly your younger name
a spark once wild with golden flight
now glows like embers after light.
time does not hurry, nor does it stay
it folds its wings and slips away
we cannot cage its silver stream,
nor gather twice the selfsame gleam.
yet in the quiet, something grows
a steadier grace the heart now knows
not all that fades is truly gone,
some seeds sleep on beneath the dawn.
and in that stillness, warm and deep,
where old tomorrows drift to sleep,
najeeb is safe, and so are you
held in a sky forever blue.
for life, untroubled, wide and wise,
moves like a river under skies
it carries sorrow, carries light,
and turns each ending into bright.

2026-02-19 21:16:42 UTC

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2026-02-19 16:18:08 UTC

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2026-02-19 13:31:19 UTC

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🤣🤣🤣

2026-02-19 13:30:38 UTC

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2026-02-19 13:30:29 UTC

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try again — and yet again, once more,
knock on the same unyielding door.
the path remembers every tread,
each bruise a word unsaid, unread.
each stumble is a quiet plea,
a lesson wrapped in gravity.
the ground may claim you for a breath,
but not your will, and not your depth.
again, again — the pulse insists,
a drumbeat in unbroken wrists.
in ribs that ache yet still expand,
in trembling feet that choose to stand.
the road may twist, the sky may sneer,
the miles grow long, the summit unclear.
but courage is a climbing vine
that finds its hold through rock and spine.
each effort plants a hidden seed
in soil enriched by doubt and need.
a stubborn bloom splits stone apart
and roots itself inside the heart.
though night may stretch its shadow wide
and whisper, “turn away, go hide,”
the faithful flame you guard within
keeps watch until the light seeps in.
for dawn is not a sudden blaze
it’s earned in quiet, stubborn ways.
and those who rise when hope seems gone
are crowned in gold by coming dawn.

2026-02-18 21:45:50 UTC

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2026-02-18 21:28:35 UTC

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2026-02-18 21:14:54 UTC

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2026-02-18 21:14:35 UTC

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2026-02-18 20:48:41 UTC

An open mind
is not something you do
it is what remains
when you stop closing around thought.

2026-02-18 19:21:56 UTC

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Beautiful ♥️

2026-02-18 19:17:20 UTC

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2026-02-18 13:03:31 UTC

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@npub1h6s…3tt5

2026-02-18 13:03:20 UTC

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know enough to doubt my sight,
to see my shadow in the light,
to feel the hush of hidden laws
that move the stars and shape my flaws.
the more i gather in my hands,
the more it slips like silver sands
for every truth i think i’ve found
reveals ten mysteries unbound.
each question blooms, a burning tree,
with branches reaching endlessly
each answer is a fragile key
that fits a door to deeper sea.
i walk in wonder, softly small,
a pilgrim in a boundless hall
not crowned with pride, nor chained by fear,
but listening close to what’s unclear.
the wisest bend like patient reeds,
where shifting currents test their creeds
they bow to tides they cannot still,
to vastness greater than their will.
for knowledge is a widening sky
the more we see, the more we spy
how far the constellations run,
how much remains forever undone.
to know my limits is release,
a quiet doorway into peace
for growth begins where certainties cease,
and curiosity does not decrease.
so let me learn with open eyes,
unthroned by doubt, unmasked by lies
for not in knowing all we stand
but reaching still, with open hand.

2026-02-17 12:37:53 UTC

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@npub1h6s…3tt5

2026-02-17 12:37:41 UTC

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You need not fit each passing gaze,
nor wear yourself in borrowed ways,
nor chase applause that fades by noon
like echoes slipping from a tune.
Be as the tea leaf—small, unshown
that meets the water all alone,
then slowly opens, petal-thin,
and turns clear silence deep within.
It does not beg the world to stay,
nor sweeten just to win the day
it simply steeps in honest hue
until the air is laced with you.
Some cups will cool and drift aside,
some hands will set your warmth aside
yet somewhere, in a patient hold,
your quiet heat will turn to gold.
Do not disguise your native taste,
nor trim your edges down to paste
the river does not smooth its song
to prove that it can flow along.
Let your essence rise like steam
a silver thread, a lucid dream
and those attuned to subtle art
will lift you gently to the heart.
For you were never meant to be
a flavor brewed universally
but in the souls that truly see,
you’ll steep into infinity.

2026-02-15 19:37:45 UTC

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2026-02-15 14:05:53 UTC

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🥳🥳🥳

2026-02-15 14:04:39 UTC

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2026-02-14 22:02:05 UTC

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2026-02-14 20:17:45 UTC

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2026-02-14 13:46:03 UTC

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Happy valentine day ❤

2026-02-14 13:37:15 UTC

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thanks❤

2026-02-14 13:24:14 UTC

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@npub1h6s…3tt5

2026-02-14 13:24:03 UTC

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they think because my mouth is still
i do not scale each silent hill,
nor press my palm to winter’s breath
to taste the iron truth beneath
they name my quietness as blind,
as though i wander unaware, confined,
as if i drift through sharpened light
and never sense the folded night
but i can read the trembling air,
the fragile seams in what they share,
the way a promise almost breaks,
the hush a restless conscience makes
i hear the hinge behind each word,
the feathered lie that sounds like bird,
the silvered smile, too thin, too tight,
that flickers once and dims from sight
i keep my thunder sheathed in bone,
let passing tempests spend their own,
for not each spark that claws the sky
is worthy of a storm’s reply
for silence is not empty ground,
it is a fortress without sound,
a chosen field, a sacred art
where patience trains the watchful heart
and there, where no applause is made,
where echoes neither boast nor fade,
i claim my victories, quiet and deep
the kind the loud will never keep.

2026-02-13 17:50:42 UTC

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2026-02-12 21:53:30 UTC

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