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Envelopment

The wind wraps soft around my skin,
a whispering tide that pulls me in.
Like water curling on the shore,
it gathers all and asks for more.

The night folds quiet over me,
a velvet hush, a melody.
Stars dissolve in drifting thought,
their silver voices dimmed, yet caught.

The past arrives in circling waves,
old echoes rise from hidden graves.
Footsteps press where none have been,
history breathing deep within.

I close my eyes; I sink, I fade—
folded into light and shade.
The world dissolves, and I am free,
enveloped by eternity.

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Neon Pulse

Lightning hums in circuits bright,
sparks ignite the velvet night.
Wires whisper, currents flow,
a symphony of neon glow.

Basslines throb, the speakers cry,
beats collide where dreamers fly.
Electric hearts, alive, untamed,
dancing flames that can’t be tamed.

Voltage sings in starlit air,
energy beyond compare.
Plugged into the endless stream,
charged with fire, lost in dream.

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Empty Soul

A hollow wind moves through my chest,
Where once a heart would beat and rest.
Now silence hums a ghostly tune,
Beneath a cold and distant moon.

No echo answers when I call,
Just shadows dancing on the wall.
My voice is lost, my name unknown—
An empty soul, a house of bone.

The world moves on, in brilliant hue,
While I walk blind, in shades of blue.
Their laughter floats like foreign songs,
Too far to reach, where I belong.

I press my hand to morning’s light,
But feel no warmth, no end to night.
A stranger in my own skin grown,
Loneliness my only home.

Yet still I breathe, and still I wait,
For chance, or change, or twist of fate—
That something kind might one day find
This vacant room inside my mind.

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The Path of Arth

At first, the strokes are shy and small,
A trembling hand, unsure to call
The shapes, the shades, the dream in sight,
A whisper faint, not yet in flight.

With time, the lines learn where to bend,
Each curve a truth, each mark a friend.
Mistakes no longer feared or cursed,
They’re seeds from which the colors burst.

One day you see — the frame has grown,
A world within the canvas sown.
And though the journey still feels far,
You’ve found the heart inside the arth.

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Gravesong

Beneath the earth,
where roots gnarl like secrets,
I lie in the hush
of shadows too patient to fade.

The sky forgets me,
yet the soil remembers—
it drinks my silence,
it keeps my weight.

Stone presses bone,
time swallows breath,
but still a pulse—
slow as thunder in the deep—
refuses to die.

There, in the hollow,
where night is endless,
I rise as echo,
I fall as storm.

And all who hear
will tremble,
not for fear—
but because the earth itself
has a voice.

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Vira y Cocha

Vira walks in lines of fire,
Sparks that flicker, climb, conspire nestles hands that never still,
a pulse that bends the world to will.

Cocha waits with patient breath, deep as night, serene as death.
Waves that fold and fall again,
a mirror soft yet vast, unchained.

When Vira leaps, the air turns thin,
Flames curl outwards, pulling in.
When Cocha stirs, the silence breaks,
and every echo shapes the wake

They are not storm, nor earth, nor sky,
but entities meeting, passing by.
Twi names, two threads, a woven chords
Vira and Cocha, never ignored

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R-Ḏæy:“Everything can be created on the Right Day; But it is up to the human to mantain it“

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