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Drunk on you

I’m drunk on you, my love,
Intoxicated by your touch, your taste.
Your body, a delicious feast,
Drives me wild, makes me want to waste
Away in your embrace, your kiss.
I crave your skin against mine,
Your hands exploring, divine.
In this hazy, blissful state,
I only know one thing is true
-My heart, my soul, they long for you.
Your eyes, they smolder, hypnotize.
I’m helpless, captivated by your spell.
When you’re near, the world fades away,
And all that matters is this feeling swell
Inside me, growing, burning bright.
I need you, crave you, day and night.
My inhibitions fade with each sip,
And all I want is to feel your lips
On mine, your tongue dancing with mine.
To be consumed by your passion, your fire -That is my one and only desire.
So let me drown in you, my love,
Lose myself in your sensual embrace.
For in this inebriated haze,
You are all I see, the only trace
Of sanity that remains.
Take me, claim me, make me yours.
I’m helpless to resist your allures.

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Less than 2 days before the official release of Fire&Rain. So far, two copies have been pre-ordered through this very site and one via Amazon. How do you prefer to buy your books/music/art? Amazon? From the artist themselves?

I for one try to purchase as much of the art I consume from the artist. It’s not always possible and sometimes it is more expensive, but to be honest, I prefer to pay the creative mind… anyway… that said, my books are cheaper when purchased from me directly and there is always the possibility to buy a bundle for an adapted price. (For example, buy Fire&Rain, WORD THIEF, and Perfect Imperfection – they would be 45€ as stand alone, get the 3 of them together for 40€, shipping and handling included) ❤️

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black roses at dawn

Velvet petals, dark as night,
Succumb to the sun’s golden light.
Fragile blossoms, a fleeting sight.
Wither away with morning’s might.

A bittersweet dance, a somber tune,
As shadows retreat before high noon.
Beauty born of the watchful moon
Fades into the day, its grace too soon.

Yet, within that loss, a chance to grow,
New life awakens, buds aglow.
The cycle turns, an ebb and flow –
Darkness gives way as bright days show.

Black roses die when the sun does rise,
But from their ashes, hope defies.
A resilience that never dies,
Reborn with each new dawn that flies.

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How I go about publishing my books

I was asked a couple of times how I went about publishing my books.

Now before I dive into all kinds of things, let me burst one or two bubbles. I am not a bestselling author. Far from it. If I sell 20 copies of a book, that’s a lot. And it’s true, I would want to sell more, of course I do. But I have no idea how to advertise myself any better, and I think that’s the biggest issue. I believe in the quality of my poems and my stories. But if they are invisible to the world, no one will be inclined to purchase my books. I wish it was different, and I need your help to spread the word about me on your blogs, your socials, with your friends and coworkers. It doesn’t matter if you are from a neighboring country or from across the world, my books are available everywhere.

Publishing a book starts with one thing: writing. Writing writing writing. And then deciding which poem is worthy of being printed in a book. I recommend putting the poems in a Word document or a similar writing program. Get acquainted with the program. Know about headings, styles, headers, toc, page breaks, etc. Research things like the format your book should have. Mine are usually 5 × 8 inch. It’s a little smaller than a pocket book. Apply the format you chose as well as the margin specifics in the layout tab, and remember to mirror your pages. That’s important for the looks of the book.

But, all this can be easily researched online and you will probably understand a lot better how to format your manuscript when it is explained in depth or accompanied by videos.

The next step for me is usually getting an ISBN number. If you self-publish via KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing), you can ask to get a number from them, for free. I did that on a couple of my books. But, to reach a greater local audience, I applied for an ISBN number at my local authority. Again, you need to do your own research, but for me it was sending an application to BNL (bibliothèque nationale de Luxembourg). This was for free too, but I am not sure if that is the same for every country. If you apply for a personalized ISBN number it has to be in your own country. (As far as I know.)

When all of this is done, I begin thinking about a title and a cover. In my mind, they need to go hand in hand. Even though the intention behind my covers is not always visible at first, they have a meaning. With the exception of Fire&Rain, I always did the cover work myself. (Taking the pictures, designing the cover art, adding the titles and the blurb of course too). Sometimes I used a little advice from a creative friend about fonts and the position of the title. For my three last publications: Perfect Imperfection, WORD THIEF, and Fire&Rain, I had some help with the title and artwork too. It helps that they are an artist too and have an esthetic eye and a deeper knowledge on things. They were a great help. I sent them the table of contents and they helped chose a title. They were always spot on.  I need to admit that. Giving credit where credit is due.

For Fire&Rain I tried something new for the artwork, I got the help of AI. And let me tell you, I love the cover. And that cover was only possible because of my friend chosing the title for me and me feeding AI the right words.

Once all that is done and decided, I take the easiest route with KDP. It’s fool proof since they tell you exactly which information they need. Once your finished manuscript is uploaded they point out issues with the formatting. After that you can upload your own cover or create it with the embedded tool. Again, it’s fool proof. Both these things done, you get to the next stage: pricing.

Now, pricing is something I find rather difficult to do. But at least KDP gives a suggestion with a minimum price. You can also set different prices for different market places. Though I tend to have the same price across all platforms. Transparent.

The last step is setting a publication date. Either you want your book to go live immediately or you can set a pre-order date. KDP will proof  and approve your script which can take up to 72 hours. Those 72 hours are quite exciting and most often KDP doesn’t need that long before your book is live and available across the many marketplaces Amazon offers.

As for copies, you can order a proof copy to check if the book is the way you want it to be. If not you can change things until you are happy with the result. After that, you can buy your own Author Copies. Publishing with KDP is print on demand and it usually takes around 5 days to be done. If you order your own copies, you will have to pay the printing price, which is fair though, I think.

Readers pay the printing price plus the amount set by the author.

Once all of that is done, the most complicated part begins. Promoting yourself and getting word out there. Once again, I admit that this is my weakest point and that I need your help. If you find me on Amazon, you will see that there are great reviews. And many of them are from people I don’t know. Of course that’s something I like and I am very grateful for it. And I want more of that.

I am convinced that Fire&Rain is the best poetry collection I ever wrote. And it deserves its recognition. Hopefully many readers will agree with me.

In a week, Fire&Rain will be officially released. I have 12 copies at home that are waiting to be signed and sent off into the world. Maybe one of them is yours? The button on this site works, if you want to try it. (The button is on your right if you use the desktop site, or all the way down if you use the mobile version).

I don’t have an agent, or a publisher, or a manager, or a team of creative people to help me with every step of the way. I cannot just write my poems and leave the rest to professionals. I have to do it all on my own. It’s a source of pride. But sometimes it really sucks, that’s why I am very grateful to that one friend who helps me out sometimes. I couldn’t do it without him. I couldn’t make all these important decisions on my own. And, let me point this out: he also wrote the music for WORD THIEF and The Best Pessimist. Both poems can be found on my soundcloud page. All my links can be found in my “about me” tab.

Mark your calendars for July 12th, when Fire&Rain will see the light of day. And perhaps one copy will find a home on your shelves.

Do you have any questions? Maybe I forgot this or that. I am here. Thank you for everything. 🙏

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Join the Celebration of ‘Fire & Rain’: Share Your Honest Thoughts

I’m so excited to announce the upcoming release of my 8th poetry collection, ‘Fire & Rain’! This body of work will be officially published on July 12th, and I would be honored beyond words if you would help me celebrate its launch.

First and foremost, I would be deeply grateful if you could take a few moments to share your honest thoughts and reactions to the poems I’ve been sharing on the blog. Your feedback – whether glowing praise or constructive critique – is invaluable, as it helps me continue refining my craft with each new collection.

And as a special thank you for your readership and support, I’d love for you to join me in spreading the word about ‘Fire & Rain’ on your social channels. A simple review, Instagram story, or tweet about the new book would mean the world and help introduce my work to readers who may find it equally moving and meaningful.

In fact, anyone who shares about ‘Fire & Rain’ and tags me will be entered to win a signed copy of the collection! I’m so lucky to have such an engaged community of poetry lovers like you, and I can’t wait to connect over this new release.

Your support has carried me through all my previous publications, and I’m humbled to be sharing this next poetic journey with you. As I embark on this new chapter, I am filled with gratitude for the encouragement and inspiration you have provided along the way. Your positive energy has fueled my creative process, and I can’t wait to reciprocate by offering you a glimpse into the emotions and experiences that have shaped ‘Fire & Rain’. I look forward to hearing your thoughts, and to celebrating the arrival of ‘Fire & Rain’ together.

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breaking waves

Let the crashing waves be my guide, carrying me through this raging tide. I surrender to their mighty swell, yearning for their power to quell.

The storm rages, fierce and strong, but I find solace in the song of the ocean’s eternal roar, washing me ashore, once more.

In the embrace of the foaming crest, I find a sense of peace and rest. The waves, my faithful, constant friends, through this tempest, my journey wends.

They lift me high, then pull me under, yet in their rhythm, I find wonder. Let the breaking waves carry me, through the storm, forever free.

With eyes closed, I entrust my fate to the waves, their rhythm guiding me through the tempest’s haze. In their embrace, I find solace and grace, as they carry me to a tranquil place.

I let go, surrendering to the ebb and flow, trusting the process, watching my worries go. The waves, my companions on this journey of the soul, will see me through, keeping me forever whole.

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Tonight, I will celebrate a small accomplishment. I finished my last training and will not have a permanent contract as a preschool teacher. This time last year, I didn’t even believe that this would be in my cards. I am so happy I took that leap of faith and believed in myself enough to do this. It was the best decision I could make.

i took this selfie earlier today… I look happy and that is nice. I think. After my training, I had a sense of “everything is right in this very moment” and I wanted to preserve that. Also – vain, I know, but I like the structure of my curls today, my eyes are shining, and the sun softened my pores considerably. Everything will be alright.

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the love that’s gone

You won, my love, you won this game,
The battle lines were drawn, the stakes were high,
I fought with all my heart, my soul, my flame,
But in the end, I had to let you go, to say goodbye.

The pain, it cuts so deep, it tears my heart,
Each breath I take, a struggle to survive,
The memories we shared, they tear me apart,
Yet I know that letting go is what will keep me alive.

I gave you everything, my love, my trust,
Poured out my heart, laid bare my soul,
Believed in us, our love, with all my might, I must,
But now, I stand alone, my dreams no longer whole.

The road ahead is dark, the future unclear,
But I will walk it, one step at a time,
For in my heart, your memory will always be near,
And though I let you go, I know you'll be forever mine.

The world may never understand this choice I made,
To let you go, to set you free,
But in the depths of my heart, the love we once had,
Will forever be a part of me, for eternity.
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summer rain

The air grows thick with electric tension,
Dark clouds loom, pregnant with promise.
Distant rumbles, a harbinger of change,
Reverberate through the charged atmosphere.
Sultry breezes caress bare, yearning skin,
Igniting primal desires, raw and sincere.
Suddenly, the heavens unleash their passion -Warm rain cascades, sensual and free
Each droplet a lover's tender caress,
Awakening senses, intoxicatingly.
The earth exhales, quenched by nature's embrace,
As lightning dances, painting the sky ablaze.
Electricity crackles, prickling the flesh,
A symphony of elements, a primal phase.
In this tempestuous, sultry summer storm,
Inhibitions shed, we surrender to the thrill.
Primal instincts ignite, hearts beating as one,
As we lose ourselves to nature's wild will.
This tempestuous beauty, this raw, sensual grace -
A reminder of the magic that lies within.
So let us revel in summer's sultry symphony,
And emerge reborn, our spirits renewed.

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There is a thunderstorm raging outside. The first of the season. And it just makes me feel so. I am sure many people feel the electricity too. Earlier, I stood outside in the rain for a while… It’s weird, maybe. But I really enjoy these rare moments. Weather Systems. I love it.

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burning embers of our soils

When our eyes first met,
Time seemed to stand still.
An electric current surged through me,
Igniting a spark that could not be stilled.

In your gaze, I saw reflections of myself -
Fragments of a soul I thought I'd never find.
An inexplicable bond, a cosmic alignment,
Entwining our hearts and minds.

We are two halves of a whole,
Kindred spirits, destined to be.

A connection that transcends this plane,
A twin flame, eternally.
No words can capture the depth of this love,
This union so divine.

Our souls intertwined, a dance,
A love that is timeless, ever-sublime.
In your arms, I am home,
A sanctuary of warmth and light.

Our bond, a lighthouse in the stormy seas,
Guiding us through the darkest of night.
Though the world may not understand,
What burns between us, this holy fire -

We know the truth that lies in our hearts,
A love that will live forevermore.
This love, a sacred, eternal blaze,
Ignited by a single, fated gaze.

A bond that transcends time and space,
A twin flame, our souls forever embrace.
In this embrace, we find our way,
Through the shadows, into the light of day.

A love that will never fade or die,
Our bond, eternal, until we cease to be.
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dancing

Raftside – a project by Luxembourgish musician Filip Markiewitcz
When my soul breaks free from its cage,
The body takes charge, a bold new stage,
Limbs move with grace, a primal sway,
As my heart and mind fade away.

The rhythm pulses through every vein,
Igniting a fire, a passionate flame,
My feet take flight, my arms unfurl,
In this moment, I'm the only girl.

The world fades out, the music guides,
My spirit soars, my worries subside,
I lose myself in the endless dance,
Surrendering to this blissful trance.

My body becomes the canvas pure,
Where emotions paint, raw and sure,
Each step, each sway, a brushstroke true,
Expressing the depths of my soul's hue.

In this dance, I find my true self,
Unbridled, free, no need for stealth,
The body and soul, a perfect pair,
Embracing the moment, without a care

The music fades, but the feeling lingers,
A memory etched, my heart it singes,
This dance, a gift, a moment sublime,
Where my body and soul, in harmony, intertwine.
nosi feat CHAiLD. CHAiLD is a the man with the voice, a local artist too.

Both songs inspired the above poem. It’s one of those that fell into my lap and was written in under 5 minutes

have a great weekend and enjoy the music

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reflections in broken mirrors

Shards of glass, once a mirror's face,
Reflect a broken, fragmented trace.
Each shard a window to the past,
Memories etched, forever cast.

I gaze upon these jagged pieces,
Wondering what each one releases.
A smile, a tear, a moment shared,
All captured, in these shards impaired.

The mirror's cracks reveal the truth,
That life is not a perfect proof.
It's a journey filled with highs and lows,
Where light and shadow are always in the know.

Yet in these broken, scattered parts,
I find a story that imparts.
A life that is painted in its richest hues,
If we look closely at the cracks we see a new view.

This mirror, once whole and pristine,
Now a reflection of what has been.
A reminder that even in the breaks,
Beauty and meaning still awakes.

The cracks reveal the truth within,
The scars that mark the path I've been
A first step, at last the journey's start,
A mirror of the human heart.

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this poem was inspired by two things: my cousin with whom I had dinner tonight. Despite every obstacle she encountered in her life, she turned out to be an amazing woman. I love her very much.

and the other part of the inspiration came from this picture:

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lessons of nursery work

The days at the nursery, they still linger,
Memories of little ones, their joy and wonder.
Their laughter, their smiles, they touched my heart,
A time in my life, where I played my part.

I watched them grow, day by day,
Helping them learn, in every little way.
Guiding their steps, soothing their fears,
Moments that now, bring me to tears.

The simple things, they taught me so much,
The value of patience, a gentle touch.
Their innocence, their pure delight,
Reminded me to cherish each moment’s light.

Years have passed, but the impact remains,
In the lives I’ve touched, the bonds that sustain.
I see their faces, now grown and tall,
And I know, my work was worth it all.

They greet me with warmth, a familiar face,
Remembering the days, in that special place.
Their eyes light up, with a knowing smile,
Reminding me, my efforts were worthwhile.

The lessons I learned, they still guide my way,
Kindness, patience, and love, every single day.
The little ones, they left an indelible mark,
A legacy of joy, that will never depart.

Though the path may change, and time moves on,
The memories I hold, will forever dawn.
A humble role, yet one that made a difference,
In the lives of those, I was privileged to serve.

And so I cherish, each moment past,
Knowing the impact, that will always last.
A nursery’s gift, a lesson so true,
That the smallest actions, can change lives anew.

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i was grocery shopping tonight and while pushing my cart around, I met three parents of kids I worked with at the nursery. They all seemed genuinely happy to see me. They smiled, but it was not just their mouth, it was in their eyes too. And I noticed, that I left something of me with their kids during a very important time. We made some smalltalk and moved on. Usually, I am a power shopper. In and out in record time. At the checkout, I was unloading my cart when I was greeted again and I turned around to see a father with his boy. I saw the joy in the father’s face, while the kid drew a blank. The dad asked his son if he remembered me from the nursery, and of course the kid said no. And that’s okay. I remember this boy fondly, he was the first baby who I was responsible for (keeping track of his development, parent meetings…) and he was also the first child who took his first steps toward me at the nursery. The moment of pride was immeasurable. Many moments like that followed and they always left me in wonder. For me, it was never normal to witness children grow and bloom. It was and still is a miracle. It’s funny and sad at the same time. We are there to witness those milestones in the childrens lives, but they don’t remember us, they forget about us. It’s like we are ghosts from the past. I love working with young kids – babies and toddlers and I love my job. I am glad – I feel blessed, that I am allowed to work in a job I adore and that rarely feels like a burden. 🙂

have a great weekend

(PS I know that not everyone is a fan of kids, and you don’t have to be. Either way is completely okay and acceptable.)

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dedicated to my best friend

My friend, I saw the tears in your eyes,
A storm of sorrow, a clouded skies.
Your pain, I felt, your hurt, I shared,
For in this world, our hearts are paired.

Though the road ahead may seem so dark,
Know that I’m here, a guiding spark.
My hand to hold, my heart to lend,
For I am more than just a friend.

The burdens you bear, I wish to ease,
The worries that plague, I hope to please.
Let me be the light that guides your way,
Through the shadows, to a brighter day.

When the world feels cold and unyielding,
And your soul, it seems, is slowly yielding,
Remember, my dear, I’m standing near,
To offer comfort, to dry each tear.

Together, we’ll face the storms that come,
And find the strength to overcome.
For in this life, we’re not alone,
Our bond, a fortress, a guiding stone.

So let me be the one to hold you tight,
To be your shelter in the night.
I’ll be the anchor to your drifting heart,
A constant presence, never to part.

My friend, I know the pain you bear,
But know that I will always care.
I’ll be the shoulder you can lean upon,
The light that shines when all seems gone.

So dry your eyes, my dearest friend,
For I am here, until the end.
Through thick and thin, I’ll be your guide,
For in this world, we’ll walk side by side.

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i have trust issues. I don’t confide in people and I very rarely ask for help. I don’t open up easily. And I don’t take friendships lightly because it is hard for me to make friends. It has always been, but after two friends abandoned me for being too much me, too eccentric and maybe too selfish too, it became even harder. I never regret that these people were my best friends at one time and I called them so. Because it was right at the time. Nowadays both these women are strangers. Both these women kind of broke up with me. Both these women wanted me for themselves. I was not even my own at that time, I couldn’t share anything at all. Some days I would love to know how they are and what they are doing in life. I have to actively keep myself for getting in touch for the wrong reasons. (Which is curiosity more than the want or need to rekindle the old friendships). I drifted off from what I initially wanted to say in just a few sentences. I have acquaintances, I know how to do small-talk and banter. I can be charming and flirty, with men and women alike. But I have very few friends. The above poem was written for my best friend who is having a hard time right now. I don’t have much to offer, but I have my words. I offer them freely to my friends. My friends, like me, becomes silent and quiet when unwell. But I am always there and make it known too. I love you my friend and will always be at your side. Come what may.

by the way, I sold the first copy of Fire & Rain yesterday, through this site. On desktop, you can find the purchase button on your right. On tablet or phone, you need to scroll all the way down to find it.

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we carry on

Tears cascade down my face,
A torrent of sorrow, no end in sight.
My heart, a hollow, empty space,
Longing for solace, a glimmer of light.

The night is long, the day seems bleak,
No rest for my weary, aching soul.
The pain within, it makes me weak,
Consuming me, beyond my control.

There is no sleep, no peace to find,
Only the anguish that haunts my mind.
The world around me fades away,
As I drown in this endless dismay.

No reason to be, no will to live,
The darkness within, it takes and takes.
Each breath a struggle, a burden to give,
As my heart in sorrow, slowly breaks.

The tears keep flowing, a ceaseless stream,
Washing away the hope I once held dear.
In this moment, I’m lost, it seems,
Adrift in a sea of despair and fear.

The weight of it all, it’s too much to bear,
I long for a way to make it all end.
But the will to fight, it’s still there,
A glimmer of strength, a lifeline to mend.

I’ll face this pain, this torment, this strife,
For I know that there’s more to this life.
Through the tears and the heartache, I’ll find,
The courage to carry on, to leave this behind.

This storm will pass, the clouds will clear,
And in the light, I’ll find my way.
For now, I’ll let the tears flow, without fear,
Knowing that brighter days are on their way.

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the illusion of the present

In the fleeting moments of today,
Illusions dance before our eyes,
Alluring us to lose our way,
Tempting us with false demise.

The world we see may not be real,
Appearances can often deceive,
What seems so true may not reveal,
The truths that we should soon believe.

We chase the dreams that glitter bright,
Mistaking them for lasting bliss,
Unaware that in the fading light,
Their shine will soon forever be missed.

The present holds such power to sway,
Enticing us to trust its call,
But if we fail to find the way,
Its illusions soon will have us in thrall.

Oh, let us not be swayed by sight,
Nor by the lure of what we crave,
For in the end, the truth takes flight,
And leaves us lost, without a save.

The present’s veil can blind our eyes,
To the reality that lies within,
If we succumb to its disguise,
We may forever be trapped therein.

But if we seek the deeper truth,
Beyond the surface we can see,
We’ll find the path to ageless youth,
And from illusion’s grasp be free.

For in the present’s fleeting grace,
Lies the wisdom we must embrace,
To see beyond the masks we wear,
And find the truth that’s waiting there.

So let us not be fooled by sight,
Nor by the lure of what we crave,
But let us seek the inner light,
That from illusion’s grasp will save.

For in the present’s passing ways,
Lies are the key to a life so true,
If we have the eyes to gaze,
And find the path that leads us through.

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your words


Your words, a gentle breeze,
Bring calm to troubled seas,
A soothing balm to ease the mind,
In your voice, peace I find.

When anger clouds the air,
Your words dispel the fear,
They guide me to a kinder way,
Lighting up a brighter day.

Through pain and sorrow’s veil,
Your words never fail,
They offer hope, a helping hand,
To heal the wounds, understand.

In times of doubt and strife,
Your words bring joy to life,
They lift my spirits, make me whole,
Nurturing peace within the soul.

Your words, a melody so sweet,
Soothe the heart, make it beat,
With kindness, they embrace and hold,
A treasure more precious than gold.

When the world seems dark and bleak,
Your words give me the strength to seek,
The light that shines through the gloom,
Dispelling the shadows, bringing bloom.

In your words, I find a home,
A sanctuary where I can roam,
Free from the burdens I bear,
Embraced by your words, beyond compare.

Your words, a guiding star,
Lead me to where we are,
Reminding me of my worth,
Spreading peace across the earth.

With each syllable you speak,
You help the weary find their feet,
Your words, a bright star in the night,
Illuminating the path to the light