i care not for butterflies butgive me rainbows andi will smile in recognitionof something bigger thanmyself visible yet intangible likethe meanings in life thati try to comprehendwhile missing my ownmagic mix water and sunlight assadness and joy wouldcombine into beauty pureto find that ever hiddentreasure
a sole splinter of gratitudeundoes years of harmlike a solitary ray of sunreveals the secrets of the dark
the secret of growingis not: living like forever youthfulis not: veiling the unwelcomeis not: saying yes to all but you the secret of growingis not so secret at all it lies in duly planting your feetone in front of the otherembracing what waswelcoming what is to comeand daring to look up aboveso the sunlight can … More Poem | the secret of growing
the best days in your lifeare those that turn sleepingintoan amateur version of dreamingwhen the world around youworks hard to mould your heartintoa bursting core of gratitude after you gave grand desiresmore than few gentle pushesintorealities many dreams longed for
following the lightof my own torchto discover placesno one’s gone before few footsteps leadingdown this quiet descentfewer footsteps escortmy social delinquent please do not confuseme with being astrayas my strength is whistlingwhile going my own way
grey clouds part but slightlythe sun shines on tree leaves lightlya whimsical play of light and darkintangibly leaving a golden mark the universe’s design hasgot me thinking that maybetrue happiness is kept alivein the beauty of komorebi
language, wordson paper or screenwritten or spokenbrutal truths orbeautiful liesdancing in booksrevelling in musicharsh and darkor light and playful my most gratefully acquainted skillis the one who lets me appreciate at willin every syllable, sentence, and versethe undeniable beauty of pretty words
it’s not that i can’t do it alonebut I feel so lost without youthe sun does not rise the samemy nighttime does not turn to daycolours remain bleak and grey it’s not that i am ready for youstill i wish you’d come and find meto proudly hold my hand in yoursand finally break this witches’ … More Poem | number one
inner calmthe promisedsecret keyto happiness tranquil placewithin ourselvesthat wecall home raging stormsfailing ruinover everlastingsunny meadows
P etals defiantly playing in the sunO penly hidden between shades of greenP rovoking a smile on lips unwantedP apaverY ou never cease to amaze
Elle Vampa 