Category: Poetic Rambling
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What the Heart Holds
There are moments, like this one, where everything feels distilled into a kind of perfect harmony — colors that taste sweet, air that smells of salt and sun, a softness in the light that makes the heart go still. Summer,…
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Sing
Let me play the drums with a rhythm that changes the course of bullets and bombs.Let me sing a song that echoesin the chambers of the hearts that no longer hear softness. Let my song be a slow rebellion—unignorable, graceful…
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Summer Holiday
A few days remain in our summer holiday.Simplicity, rest. Swimming.The intense heat.Children laughing —some tears, some burned meals,late mornings,fresh fruit —figs from the tree. A gift, every time. We’ve stepped away,but never too farfrom the realities unfolding beyond this peace.…
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The Little Things
Noticing is a form of devotion. A jar of threads, stamps, worn bits of velvet ribbon—is not about grandeur.It’s about the quiet, the overlooked, the things you almost threw away but didn’t.Because something in them whispered “remember.” A chipped charm. A…
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Three Glasses on a Wooden Table
Three glasses sat on the wooden table. Sunlight poured through them— soft, clear, simply lovely. I don’t know why they caught my attention.Or what they were trying to say. But something about them—the stillness,the way the light held inside the…