Short, sweet and to the point. Beautiful poem!
@Francis Aparici: thank you francis, x
as i lay under covers i can hear my heartbeat like how when i’m at the beach i can hear the waves breathe as the rain pours
no two seashells are the same; but then, to be invariable would b… to be unique is a gift you see to be you is the best way to be some are captivating and beautiful…
when i think of you i’m filled with joy like a child receiving a new toy my heart is lifted my gaze shifted
19 august 2024, 2:39am a restless energy unmatched synergy a love passing by ever so tenderly
an assortment of seeds delicately planted in the virgin g… sowed, tilled and watered by God’s… surrounded by wise oak trees that shelter the harsh rain
in the depths of the sea i can finally feel some clarity i don’t have to worry about my ide… for the ocean is not my enemy just momentarily,
acknowledging each emotion and tho… this, this is what i’ve been wanti… the subtle art of not giving a fuc… i’ve always known that my emotions… all it takes is a view of somethin…
the complex smell of fresh coffee grounds, the first sip of coffee, how adrenaline and dopamine fills me. i love coffee. as i sit on the bus ride home, music blasting in my ears, i soak...
You are the One i call for when my heart trembles and quivers. in the dark, Your light and divinity encompass me. An-Nur, You Illuminate the darkest corners of my heart and my mind. You...
“we will comprehend the word seren… it rings in my head like a melody for this, this is my destiny i’m gifted
the sun sets, like a raging fire dying down soon nowhere to be found the ocean tide rising ready to drown
You are the Origin of Love. You are the One who calls the sun… You are the architect of day and t… Words fail to capture Your grace Words fail to give You shape
the clean ocean breeze fills me with ease like a sweet symphony almost playing religiously the trees in sync
the way my heart squeezes and ache… I feel like my heart could break then I catch a glimpse of my aide the gape of a scrape as long as my heart feels less ach…
i am a vase gold for layers over the scars that have been made keep me in a safe place
Francis Aparici
11moShort, sweet and to the point. Beautiful poem!
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8mo@Francis Aparici: thank you francis, x