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How does the sound of light appear, If silence suddenly could hear? Perhaps like gold on ocean waves, Or dawn inside forgotten caves. Maybe it sings through autumn trees, A silver hymn upon the breeze. A fragile echo, soft and bright, The hidden pulse beneath all light. I heard it once in someone’s laugh, A warmth that split my soul in half. A quiet spark, a tender fire, Awakening each lost desire. And since that day I understand, Not every song is made by hand. Some melodies are born above… The sound of light, the voice of love.
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Sweet Cherry of Mine - POEM

 Oh sweet cherry of mine

you bloom in the quiet corners of my thoughts,

ripe with memories I never dared to pick,

soft as a whisper on lips that forgot how to speak love.


You came like summer

with red-stained promises

and laughter that dripped from the trees

straight into my chest.


I still taste you

in moments I didn’t mean to remember—

a sigh,

a shadow,

a song I never finished writing.


Oh sweet cherry of mine,

you were never just a fruit of passion,

you were the whole orchard

I got lost in.


And maybe

I never really left.


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