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I thought that gratitude feels like a fresh breeze of thankfulness for having a roof above my head,This season taught me that gratitude includes the accepting of every imperfect part of myself.I thought that courage looks like a gathering of all my strength before stepping into an unknown place,This summer taught me that courage is…
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Where Magic Happens
In a summer day that tastes like the berries,Growing in a garden full of life.The chipper of the children my soul recognizes,Spreading through the meadows with delight.Through the eyes of a child, the moos and the meows;Sound just like the talks of the tales, told in the dark.The reunion the garden of my grandparents provides,Chases…
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Poetry corner
HopeBright, strongGrowing, shining, inspiringIt gives me strengths to keep goingLight I walk into a quiet room with one small window. Everything is gray but I can see tiny flowers growing near the wall. A warm feeling slowly fills the air. Then soft light enters through the window and touches everything. Suddenly, the room doesn’t feel…
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The Last Meeting
One always writesof one last meeting,of a farewellas painful as life’s very end. One writes of that farewell,epic, final, devastating,when you turn your head away,and pride refuses to let you look back. But the eyes of the heart remain behind your head,turned toward the face of the one who, far from you,had set out for…
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May Seem Strange
Perhaps it’s grief and sorrow wrapped around your frame,I do not know just how — yet feel it all the same.I wish that I were closer, so you’d let me see,And trust me with the burden that has captured thee. Such longing may seem strange, perhaps it truly may,Yet still it walks beside me every…
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When I opened my eyes
The sky was stripedwith shapes of your smileas I laid in grass and dreamtabout us Suddenly I felta soft touch, a tender hugas I kept the memoryunder my hands And all the bugs they crawled the leavescurious to see what I meantwhen I toldabout home and your name They could notice and understandthat the story…
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Safe space
Caring ears, holding fast,waiting on every syllable. Nothing to be read in between the lines. A gaze, silence that says ‘I am here’. A hand close by, far enoughto leave room for opening. Lukáš Sabol
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Slipped Away…
Before me, you appearAs if in a dream A fleeting little dreamWhose ending is unknown Sleep betrayed me,The dream left unfinished The alarm woke me,My joy shattered Ah, poor dream of mine,Once again, you slipped away… Jona Cenameri
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looking closely
Missing the placebecame my quiet meeting in a memory,holding a cup of chamomile teawith honey,and an image of an old smile. A joy can be foundin the most unpredictable spaces. Lukáš Sabol
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Ending Reveries
I loved you as one loves a dream,You turned it into my reality,And then you stopped believing in it. Jona Cenameri
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Our cloud
Do you see that cloud?!Up there, in the well of the skySulking, capriciousOr am I the only one who sees it? Heavy upon our heads weighsthis sky so poor in stars.We can scarcely see the same star,Perhaps a grey cloud will do. Jona Cenameri
