02 — Poem
Poem
A quiet way to speak louder than ordinary words.
Featured poem
A Paper Moon
A paper moon hangs soft above,
silver whispers through the night.
I trace the lines of every dream
until the dawn becomes my light.
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Stillness
When the world slows, the hidden ideas rise — waiting just beneath the surface of the quiet.
Dawnlight
I trace the lines of every dream until the morning learns my name and the night lets go.
Whispered Truths
Sometimes the quietest moments speak the loudest, if only we are still enough to listen.
The Waiting World
A world had waited quietly for her eyes — bright words tucked beneath the ordinary.
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