@nishieeta There is a silent beauty in how the ordinary turns luminous here.
The imagery feels gentle, but it stays with you.
It reads like a soft n thoughtful gaze held a little longer.
You just wrote the peace! ๐๐ป๐๐ป๐๐ป
In this still hour..
I seek a shade of you,
a dark, slow language only hearts construe.
Coffee finds my lips
like a careful rhyme..
bitter as memory, gentle as time.
What we never said stays softly awake,
circling the silence we chose not to break.
Coffee.. Peace.. Love..
The hour bends low..
a fragile surrender,
Gold fades to ash, soft light turns tender.
Footsteps of day grow
faint and disperse,
Each breath feels like an unfinished verse.
Hope wears thin..
grows quieter, lesser,
Till night signs its name as #vesper.
#BornBattleReady
In a glass of night..
I meet my own refrain,
a slow brown confession..
tracing through my veins,
coffee speaks in pauses..
I cannot explain,
each drop writes a line..
I almost contain,
love once near..
now only a lingering stain.
Coffee.. Peace.. Love..
@ghostcatting@LavenderXLovely@Dave37530840210@ExhalingFire A twilight realm where memory shimmers like stained glass,
neither night nor day..
just moments that never fully pass.
Soft echoes bloom where forgotten wishes are curled,
call it Vaeloria..
a tender, half remembered world,
where silence sings,
and time learns to pause.
@nishieeta Wild at heart, yet aware of the noise that tries to tame it.
There is freedom here, but also a pull back to something older and truer.
It feels like choosing your own voice over the crowd.
What a beautiful creation, Nish! ๐๐๐
Night writes slow music through a tired mind..
far lights blink in patient line.
Between thought and breath I stay,
while my coffee finds its way.
No grand answers..
none to prove,
only time and this gentle groove.
Coffee.. Peace.. Love..
Dark glass of day in my hand,
bitter music..
slow and grand.
Lips learn patience, time grows soft,
lonely thoughts begin aloft.
In my dark coffee I read
all the things hearts rarely plead,
night inside a tender plea,
you and distance..
drinking me.
Coffee.. Peace.. Love..
#BornBattleReady
Your glance wrote fire
along the edge of grace,
A mute disgrace no prayer could erase.
Polite rooms smiled
while shadows grew devious,
Every saint grows tired of staying pious.
Vows lost meaning..
reason turned oblivious,
Till my restraint turned #lascivious.