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[image] One more step, a few more doubts, A slight #rift & chasm opens. One more step, a little further into trust, A few more beliefs & bond deepens. Same words, pasted differently, A hand weaves togetherness, Another, cunningly, separates. The rift: a ruin or a route? #vss365

[text] Streets run red, cities crumbled to bone, an era of war carves its name in stone. Somewhere not far, a #dove lifts its voice, speaks of peace, of love. Both worlds live not across distant land, but within us. Choose wisely. #vss365

[image] That was the year when words were at rest, angst still young and love a far horizon; He knocked on my door with a gentle smile, a sigh, and his poems returned my words to me. Now he is gone. I hold the #remnant of his voice in my verses, they touch souls, but not his. #vss365

[image] Bound to you first by the umbilical cord, your blood still flows through my veins. I am your reflection, your love living in me. And now, a mother to my daughter, I carry forward the strength & tenderness you gave to me. The bond that began, will flow for generations. #vss365

[image] When you lose your dream to destiny, an unease steeps — that; When lilting winds envelop you, warmth spreads — that; When the crescendo of heartbeats fades, love turns to #distance — that. All of it, sentences. All of it, stanzas. All of it, verse. #vss365

[image] Colour & light, dreams & hope, all stayed entwined as part of their life, till doubt displaced love, and a tear thawed into pain. Still they held to forever till, giving it #quietus, he left, and she sailed on, the last passenger of a sinking ship. #vss365 @bionicanadian

[image] From almost lover to forever and #evermore, the leap of faith was her biggest gift, but who knew destiny's story. She is now part of his history. Almost to forever to no one, she loved to live all three. #vss365

[text] I fear #judgement, not from those who condemn me, but from myself, where happiness carries a thread of guilt, where every choice open the question of my worth, and desire, before it is even spoken, is tried, found guilty, sentenced. #vss365

[text] Eyes, A short story, half written, behind those irises. A windowless prose where dark brown orbs become simile of emptiness. Quiet side of day, they wore endless night with a lid of eyelids. Beneath them shelters the paused dreams, resonating silence of #evenfall #vss365

[text] I hold you in my #arms, and listen to your breaths, one quiet rise at a time, until it echoes into mine. Between each breath a pause, a stillness, a soft surrender, where I loosen my grip and fall, into something like salvation. #vss365