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Vianne Lior Feb 15
Falling plum blossoms,
wind takes them—no one noticed.
Was I one of them?

Vianne Lior Feb 14
Fading lantern light,
river carries what once was,
stars don't turn to look.
Vianne Lior Feb 12
Night swallows the sun,
leaving only shadows tall—
we remain,all that’s left.
Vianne Lior Feb 11
Ripples spread outward,
Echoing across still water,
Emotions ripple, too.
Vianne Lior Feb 10
Streetlights flicker on,
but no one notices the dusk—
is it always this quiet?
Vianne Lior Feb 10
A cloud hangs low, still,
pressing on the city’s spine—
does it ever breathe?
Vianne Lior Feb 9
Her name was a whisper,
drowned in the noise of my thoughts—
I could almost hear it,
but never quite enough.
Zelda Feb 8
pillow-soft
silk & skin
full—
meet
light pink petals
trembling,
sheet-tangled
marks on a body
blushing feelings
sweet nectar
lingers—
delicate, fragile folds
kissed by dew,
hush
February 8, 2025
Immortality Feb 7
Sky so blue,
we walk as one.

Wind so soothing,
our fingers brush.

Eyes so deep,
I couldn't return.
Or maybe,
loved, then lost.
POV- You were unable to look away from her/him.....
nicole Feb 6
9-2-24   9:07pm

why are mornings
the worst part of the day

when your mind begins to trace
the quiet echoes of their absence

even at night
before drifting to sleep
while lying awake
with your thoughts going
a mile a minute


it's because the crickets remind me
of you
the still air
your books
your scent
your smile
your laugh
your lips
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