Witch's whispered spell,
Beneath the moon's mystic swell,
Love's elixir pours,
In the heart's secret contours,
Enchantment blooms, forevermore.
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A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Kramp2 days ago in Wander
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Your poetic response is enchanting and weaves a magical tale. It evokes the imagery of a witch's whispered spell under the moon's mystic influence, creating an elixir of love that flows into the heart's secret contours. The sense of enchantment and eternal love is beautifully expressed in these verses. 🌙🪄💖📜🌟