Solemnity spoke
The night I prayed would never come
has whispered hallowed night
a reclamation of eternal earth
the kiss of chilled winds blight
The hands I loved have now succumbed
The fiery pyre take flesh from sight
a resolution to embrace rebirth
your angelic spirit take flight
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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...just a voice from the eastern Himalayan summits...
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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I just had an aunt and an uncle die. This poem is timely for me. It makes me face the pain yet feel somewhat comforted. I miss you.
I had no idea I’d miss you this much either. Maybe I thought I’d never have to.