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    They say,I think there is something wrong with me.Because I don't have blue eyes.An eye color so beautiful you fantasize. If I had blue eyes,I would walk the runway.My eyes will look divine.But after a while,I realised. That brown eyes are...

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    Bound Silence

    Bound Silence Silk breath meets shadow’s thread,knots bloom like quiet blossoms—each loop a question of surrender,each crossing, an unseen trust. The body becomes a line drawn in air,a calligraphy of stillness;every curve remembers wind,every bind teaches patience. In tension, there is music...

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    • Once I got passed the delicious picture I found something even better….your words.
      Terrific 👍

    • We read this offline and don’t know why but but we thought of Casketsharpe, not really your norm. We thought erotic at first but changed our mind preference/acceptance, tight

    • Passionately penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You are a true poet in every sense of the word. This is so well written I felt it deep my soul. This is the perfect sensual poem that goes deep into the emotion the woman with tender and powerful depth of passion. No one does this better than you.

      John

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    Muse

    It looked poetryWas sculpted in his headIt was his only museAnd I liked thatI wanted to dig in there.

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    Unrung Bell

    I. Forged SilenceIn a furnace of patience,bronze becomes melted memory—ore drawn from dark veins,forged in the gorge of impermanence.Each hammerbeat molds intention;flame licks the cusp of silence.Metal softens toward surrender,its glow rehearsing stillness.Hands withdraw from the heat,letting the fire...

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    In No Michi (The Way of Ink)

    I. Genesis of Ink (墨の創世)  In the lull before meaning, I waited—paper pallid as forgotten horizon.No words dared their first footfall,no quill still believed in its spill. Silence rehearsed its own exhalation,a specter of half-formed thought.Ink, my pilgrim of persistence,stirred beneath...

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    • Brilliantly penned, S. The life of a writer and her adventures, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Libellule, this poem spoke to me to the depth of a quiet when the poem discovers itself as you write. The truly felt like a spiritual exploration of the words born out of silence. There is so much here that took me into the quiet to experience in a brief time how the muse awakened to a quiet space that felt like a butterfly to me hovering and feeling the resonance the Japanese poetry Basho felt in his famous haiku. But your poem took me even deeper into that soundless resonance that only a poet of your spirit that take the reader into.

      John

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