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Wider World Wonder (Alliterative Choka Piece)

Aspect and angle,
bringing blissful beauty by,
crystal clear cascade close-up,
dreamy dalliance,
enchanted eyesight eager,
for flourishing forevers

It’s Called Enthusiasm (Cristalline Form)

I have this sense so inviting,
breathe of fresh air, it's so exciting

Whispers to the Moon

Hi everyone,
I just finished writing a short poem about the moon and wanted to share it here. Would love to hear your thoughts or any feedback!
Whispers to the Moon
A silver lantern drifts on high,
Soft guardian of the midnight sky,
It gathers secrets, still, unseen,
And lays them gently in its sheen.

Marvellous MMM Mould (Alliteration Senyru)

Mystic moonlight mood,
may mimic mild mirthful mists,
mirror, mesh, merger

I Crawl... I Stand

I stand when I have ideas, but I crawl when I am unsure about them.
I stand when people believe in me but crawl when they do not see my vision.

I laugh at this phrase called "life" because it is simply your intuition when your ammunition is opening exhibitions at a risk worth taking.

Sleepless nights are my constant attempts at standing, walking, and breathing into a new personality. A better story I have conjured from my own brief sanity before I go out into the world, defying gravity.

I stand.
I crawl...until I can stand again.

Riser On Pavement (Quatrain Form)

Bay window flung open it suck’s in the dawn,
precursor to street life not yet unveiled,
a swathe of pale dewdrops and tint of fawn,
add to the rhythm of townscape so hailed

A Breath in the Cold

‎Your love feels like a breath in the cold. ‎It escapes my lips as mist, ‎a fleeting signature ‎the air erases before I can name it. ‎ ‎I see it— ‎silver against the dark, ‎like smoke rising from a fire ‎I can never touch. ‎ ‎Still, it teaches me I am alive. ‎Your breath ‎burns through the hollow rooms of my chest. ‎For one moment, ‎my ribs glow like glass. ‎ ‎Then it vanishes. ‎Every exhale dissolves ‎into fields of white silence, ‎footprints filling with shadow. ‎ ‎Your love was never meant to stay— ‎a miracle of seconds, ‎like frost melting beneath dawn. ‎ ‎Still, I breathe, ‎chasing the fl