A soft heart carries its pain in silence, absorbing the weight of unspoken emotions. It feels deeply, loves unconditionally, and endures quietly, often without anyone noticing. But even the gentlest heart deserves kindness, from others and from itself.
Strength lies not in hiding pain, but in allowing oneself to heal
Susurro/ spanish
Whisper,’ symbolizing silent suffering and unspoken emotions
Mirror is hazy
Let it be …
The winds are wild
But so are you …
Press on, ‘No apologies’ …
Will you rise, or stay behind?
Let it not matter …
How bright will you burn until the end
Before you’re free of all you pretend?
Umbrella for the rain,
A shield against what falls
Sunglasses for the trend,
A gesture of fitting in
But when the storm is within,
What do you reach for then?
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Someone once called me a poet, and I loved that. Being a poet feels like holding up a mirror to my thoughts, as if no other umbrella could shield me. I know I might bore others with this at times, but what can I do? I am who I am. If you love me, you must love my poetic voice, or not love me at all. If that sounds dramatic, so be it
For me, the act of creating is what truly matters. It’s the deepest part of who I am
Do you love me? Or not? Tell me
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The picture was taken in front of South Kensington Station, London on 22nd September. It was kind of a solo-explorer day. I went to visit Natural History Museum and the Kensington Gardens.
Let my love surrounds you
Like fireflies
A little light with wings
To fascinate your world wherever you are!
If you ever be in the midst of gloom
And loneliness envelops your soul,
I will always be right there
Like hundreds of shimmering fireflies
To light up your world …
At night
I slept well …
I saw you in my dream!
That’s surreal
This moment of joy is gifted by God ….
If only you knew ….
You’re always in my thoughts!
I do not know what tomorrow will bring …
For now,
I m too scared to get my heart broken!
Roksana Tales 