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𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚

dear candle,

i know you don't trust

your light

it's little and fragile

and how you're

slowly melting

like tears

that eventually dries

when it touches the floor

i know how it scares you

to be left alone

in the darkness, lifeless

but i will try

to shape you again

and again

and again.

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it takes

more than

a star

to create

a constellation

woman,

be one

with your kind.

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since day one i've learned the art of self-love—before you, there was i. i am not a product of warmth and sweet afternoons but i learned to grow under the scorching heat. i am made of every good particle designed to stand the weight of the sun. and what i want you to know, that since the beginning, i possess fire inside me—self-love is what i feed my heart that when it flows in my veins it makes me light up.

somedays you'd call me a flower. my beauty will fade after a hundred season but my heart—is a giant oak tree. my veins are rooted six feet below where our love is buried. you don't have to water me with lies. my trunk is capable to wait for the strong rain to come and bathe me. i don't need the butterflies, i've got birds on my branches to sing me lullabies. and i won't be needing the care of your hands, the universe is enough to create a forest with me.

and to the nights you call me a dream come true, let it stay that way. let our love be a song our hearts sung in a forgotten dream. —𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑.

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𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙚

𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗

𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕

𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠

𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢.

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𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

watch how a woman

become one with earth

that she can grow a mountain

and makes the earth abundant

with rare gems—

you are a one of a kind soul.

ask her, she would do it again

for the world.

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𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣

at a later time people will detach themselves from you—like autumn does to trees. there will be days they will fall one by one, and days they'll walk away at once.

then you will know winter has come, your days and night will be colder. loneliness will sip through your pores—in the  traces of their detachment, and yearning will hug your soul. you'll go running into your bed, grab the thickest blanket, and jam yourself for warmth.

but what i've learned about what happen to trees during    winter—they don't die. it's just that everything in them  slows down; their metabolism, energy, and growth. until  spring comes again and they will grow new leaves and have new flowers. 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏!

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the pleasure and satisfaction that our flesh can give us is nothing compared to what our soul can offer

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𝗚𝗘𝗡 𝗭

when autumn falls

we are all going to

look back to summer;

of how our skin

photosynthesize

under the sun. how

the heat flows in

our veins like fuel that

fires up our passion.

our glory days where

we spent our lives

in garden full of

flowers and butterflies

in our stomach and

bees in our hearts. or

the beach summer

love where the sea

kissed our wounds

and waves washed

the footprints of

the passersby.

we are going to look

back to our old soul

with wishful thinking.

against all odds, be

genuinely happy.