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  • 10 1 5 minutes ago
  • Copil al Stelelor | Act 01 - Psyche | Fragment V. 
It's a little longer than usual, but perhaps this fragment might help you visualize this child of the stars. It's nothing much, but it IS something! 🌠 
Of course, there's a lot more to come! 💕

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  • Copil al Stelelor | Act 01 - Psyche | Fragment V.
    It's a little longer than usual, but perhaps this fragment might help you visualize this child of the stars. It's nothing much, but it IS something! 🌠
    Of course, there's a lot more to come! 💕

    #poetry #writing #poetrygram
  • 3 7 9 minutes ago
  • My mother tells me about the day our neighbours moved in. It was way back when their hair had not turned white and their feet knew how to walk without turning weary.
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There were boxes all around. They had brought paintings, crockery, books, movie cassettes, a black-and-white TV. My mother tells me that while they decorated their house over 5 days, they left a little piece of happiness in every corner. Sometimes this happiness crossed the street and came in through our window in the form of giggles and laughter.
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They were the happiest couple my mother had ever seen. Every Sunday they would go out to the park carrying a bag full of sandwiches, a bottle full of lemonade and hearts full of love. Mrs. Rayne used to write something in her diary and Mr. Rayne bought a balloon. After she had finished writing, she would tear the paper, fold it, attach it to the string of the balloon and together they'd send the balloon up in the sky.
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My mother one day sat with them in the garden and Mr. Rayne told her that every Sunday, they sent letters to their child in heaven. They lost him when he was just two. Since then, they have been telling him of their stories.
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Two years back, Mrs. Rayne passed away. Mr. Rayne thinks that's because his heart was filled with too much love and so it stopped working. .
He still goes to the park every Sunday. Sends two balloons up in the sky.
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'do you think these letters are read by them?', i ask him one day while sitting beside him
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'i don't know. But when she walked into my life, she didn't fill it up with just love and happiness. She brought with her hope too. And when she left, she left it behind with me.'
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✍️ - @therandomstories
#ScribblersWord
  • My mother tells me about the day our neighbours moved in. It was way back when their hair had not turned white and their feet knew how to walk without turning weary.
    .
    There were boxes all around. They had brought paintings, crockery, books, movie cassettes, a black-and-white TV. My mother tells me that while they decorated their house over 5 days, they left a little piece of happiness in every corner. Sometimes this happiness crossed the street and came in through our window in the form of giggles and laughter.
    .
    They were the happiest couple my mother had ever seen. Every Sunday they would go out to the park carrying a bag full of sandwiches, a bottle full of lemonade and hearts full of love. Mrs. Rayne used to write something in her diary and Mr. Rayne bought a balloon. After she had finished writing, she would tear the paper, fold it, attach it to the string of the balloon and together they'd send the balloon up in the sky.
    .
    My mother one day sat with them in the garden and Mr. Rayne told her that every Sunday, they sent letters to their child in heaven. They lost him when he was just two. Since then, they have been telling him of their stories.
    .
    Two years back, Mrs. Rayne passed away. Mr. Rayne thinks that's because his heart was filled with too much love and so it stopped working. .
    He still goes to the park every Sunday. Sends two balloons up in the sky.
    .
    'do you think these letters are read by them?', i ask him one day while sitting beside him
    .
    'i don't know. But when she walked into my life, she didn't fill it up with just love and happiness. She brought with her hope too. And when she left, she left it behind with me.'
    .
    ✍️ - @therandomstories
    #ScribblersWord
  • 148 2 12 minutes ago
  • Is it the way you left me?
  • Is it the way you left me?
  • 4 1 26 minutes ago
  • La luce ti trova, ti fa uscire dall'ombra delle cose e delle situazioni. Esco dall' ombra che mi ha oscurata, ha tolto luce ai miei occhi che non potevano più guardare. Esco dall'ombra che aveva insabbiato il mio cuore con aridi pensieri. Radici amare e fiori appassiti avevo. Uscire dall'ombra era un miraggio. Poi mi hanno regalato luce...e salutai l'ombra .#poetrygram#poesielungoilfilo#luce#trailrunning#me#yellowmood☀
  • La luce ti trova, ti fa uscire dall'ombra delle cose e delle situazioni. Esco dall' ombra che mi ha oscurata, ha tolto luce ai miei occhi che non potevano più guardare. Esco dall'ombra che aveva insabbiato il mio cuore con aridi pensieri. Radici amare e fiori appassiti avevo. Uscire dall'ombra era un miraggio. Poi mi hanno regalato luce...e salutai l'ombra . #poetrygram #poesielungoilfilo #luce #trailrunning #me #yellowmood
  • 6 0 27 minutes ago
  • day twenty two: nourishment 🌼
  • day twenty two: nourishment 🌼
  • 10 3 28 minutes ago