Climb the hill
Then jump across the small gap
Bravery feels free …
Tag: Undefined love
Hiraeth
You live in the hush between footsteps
Where city streets hold the calm of your stride
And your coffee becomes a quiet ritual
No rush
Just the rhythm of your own becoming …
The world moves, but you are not chasing it
Shopfronts blur behind you like pages already read
Your strength wraps around your soul
Here, and now, in the heart of the everyday life …
Hiraeth/ Welsh
(/ˈhɪər.aɪθ/ or /ˈhɪər.æθ/)
A homesickness for a place you can’t return to, or that never was. It’s a deep longing, part memory, part desire, for something lost, or something just out of reach.
A peaceful presence touched by unspoken depth
Heimweh
Echoes of your absence linger
In the winds of change; …
These days! ….
My heart aches
Unknowingly and why do
‘I miss you’? – I strangely sigh
These days! ….
Heimweh/ german
(n.) a longing for home
La Reponse C’est L’amour
Moments linger, serene and soft
Time embraces our cherished moments,
And memories bloom, and serendipity stays …
I’m in love with this music. And you?
.
.
La reponse c’est l’amour/ french
(phr.) “Love is the answer”
Missing You is Love
It’s
quite
a feeling
normalising
missing someone …
Missing you is love …
Don’t you think so?
Querencia
Sometimes
all you need is going to
somewhere quiet
and
you are my
‘Somewhere Quiet’ place
always ….
.
.
Querencia / Spanish /kɛˈrɛnθɪə, Spanish keˈrenθja, keˈrensja/
(adj.) a place where one feels safe, a place where one feels at home …
Just thought to add an audio of these verses. Excuse my terrible voice and poor sound effects🙏 I took quite a few attempts for this and lastly I thought, ‘Okay, let it be.’ 🤷🏿♀️
I know you all are kind, compassionate and thoughtful.
Thank you ✨ Smiles for you ☺️
Grey isn’t What I’m Meant to be …
Life is somewhat grey
Everywhere
Just monotony
Lost and lonely …
Don’t you know?
Only when you stay
Life is colorful ….
A hopeful glow
Echoes of brighter joy
Birds sing cheerful songs
Rays of sunshines warm my cheeks
My yellow dyed dreams return …
Now it’s grey
Everywhere …
When will you come?
Without you, I feel grey ….
Don’t you know?
Grey isn’t what I’m meant to be …
Roksana Tales 