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A Priceless Peace..♥️
A simple touch, a soft caress,
That puts to sleep your deep distress.
Your head rests easy in his hold,
A priceless peace of purest gold.
No words are needed in this space,
Just quiet love upon your face.. 🌹
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What remains is the weight
that needed nowhere to land.
If they asked for nothing,
then nothing was owed.
No ledger to balance,
no coin to be showed.
The love that was carried
did not need a door,
it lived in the quiet
and asked for no more. 🌹
“If you knew the person you loved expected nothing from you, what would remain of the love you gave them?”
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Raven○● retweeted
THE ROSE MEETS THE INNER SUN
Love offered from the outside is only half the exchange. The other half is the light already living in the chest, brought forward without being asked to shrink. A gift becomes sacred when both sides give.
The bloom in the hands is devotion made visible. The sun in the palm is the heart refusing to stay hidden. Together they say the bond is not only received. It is answered.
True meeting happens when tenderness and inner fire are held at the same time. One does not cancel the other. The soul that offers the rose and the soul that offers the light are already speaking the same language.
✨🙌🏿💫
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A dancer’s skin, a dancer’s blade,
The perfect tension of the frame,
In every shifting contour made,
She writes her own immortal name.
She holds the air with poised intent,
The absolute command of line,
Where bone and muscle,
deeply bent,
Unfurl to map a sharp design.
🤍
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It takes a sacred, soft devotion
to look & still inquire,
to poke the embers
of a long held warmth
& find a brand new kind of fire.
Let the seasons reshape our faces,
Let the world rewrite our skin.
As long as I am curious enough
to knock,
& you are willing to let me in. ♥️
“I never wished simply to grow old together; I wished to remain curious enough to rediscover each other as the years changed us.”
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It falls like a secret,
as weightless as air,
Unburdened by substance,
yet lingering there.
The color of wine in the
gathering night,
Held close to the skin,
out of mind, out of sight.
A shadow of luxury,
tender and thin,
The stillness of linen against
the bare skin.. 🌹
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