Anie
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Whispers of Light
In the cradle of existence, she stirs—
A breath, a ripple, a bloom of becoming.
Threads of dawn weave through her essence,
Each strand a hymn to beginnings unbound.
Eyes like mirrors reflecting infinity,
A cosmos in every fleeting glance.
Her laughter—a delicate fracture in silence,
Echoes spilling into the void,
Carving joy from the shapeless.
Time bows to her fragile hands,
Small as whispers, powerful as tides.
The weight of eternity rests softly—
A paradox of strength in vulnerability.
She is the pause between stars,
The rhythm in the pulse of creation.
A promise folded in the creases of now,
Unfurling with every breath.
To her, the world offers its endless canvas.
To you, she gifts the art of wonder.
In her being, light becomes form,
And love, infinite.
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Echoes of Becoming
Beneath the weight of unseen tides,
I unraveled,
threads of silence stitched with shadows,
folding into light.
A fractured hymn,
each note a question,
each pause a breath
that dared to linger.
Time, a shapeless sculptor,
wore my edges smooth,
chiseled pain into a quiet fire,
embers whispering truths unspoken.
In the gravity of absence,
I became whole.
In the chaos of falling,
I found the sky.
No beginning, no end—
only the pulse of existence,
the ceaseless hum of what I am
What I've become
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Threads Unseen
Love drifts like a feather caught in a breath—
weightless, wanting,
dancing on the edge of a hand
that can not close.
It whispers in languages unlearned,
its meaning only shadows,
its promise only air.
Life hums like a broken string,
the sound neither song nor silence.
Each step sinks into shifting ground,
each moment stitched by threads unseen,
fraying as fast as they form.
Death waits, not as an end,
but a mirror smeared with fog—
what lies beyond the glass?
It is both answer and question,
a door that neither opens
nor remains shut.
Together, they spiral,
a trinity of chaos and calm.
The heart beats its uncertain rhythm,
knowing only this:
to be is to fall
without knowing where.
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