I Hope Our Words Heal Us. I Hope Every Letter Flowing Out Of Our Mouths Embraces Our Wounds And Heals

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And may you have the courage to live your mysteries with an open heart.

Jane Austen was right when she said “I am half agony, half hope.”

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Oh, well.

others: trauma

me, an intellectual: p o e t r y m a t e r i a l

Sometimes my soul drenched in pain and agony cries, cries out loud to hear your voice.

There are some things that fill me with lumps of emotions, someone touching my hand, looking deep into someone's eyes, sky changing it's colors, clusters of clouds forming weird and beautiful shapes,the setting sun, someone's giggle .

- Anneshwa✨

Seal my honey drenched lips, with your petal soft kiss. Place your heaven made palm on my feather dulcet skin. Let them words flow from your poetic mouth, and let them become tattoos on my sacred back. Just like the sea rumbles for the the passionate moon, and so do, i for you.

Anneshwa Paul🌻

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she belongs in a museum of flowers, folded between the pages of a book to dry

I'm tired of writing my own heaps of thoughts, give me yours, let the water flow from your mind, let me consume your convictions and let there be an amalgamation of ice cold water & fire.

-Anneshwa🌻

I told you, you'll bloom again.