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4 months ago

My Steps

My steps are slow,
and somehow beautiful
filled with pain,
with loneliness,
with the edges of what people
have left inside me.

A heart
full of purity and light,
yet wounded
by the passing of time.
I look back,,,

deeply
to my childhood,
to the days
when my world was innocent,
and the future…
nothing but gray dust
beneath my worn-out shoes.
Loving God
was once
as pure
as a child’s heart.
Oh my God,
when will you come to meet me?
I am thirsty
for your love.
In solitude,
I learned to stumble,
to fall within myself,
and I forgot
what beauty felt like.
Fill me, O God…
quench this thirst. by @leo_cutz21

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6 months ago

Don’t lose the words♥️👇🏾 let me know what do you think about it?

This poem talk about conveys the themes of wandering, solitude, and the unrest caused by human actions.

Our NEIGHBOURS BUS

Our neighbor’s bus, seeking its way,
It wanders aimlessly, day by day,
Through empty streets of the silent town,
Its gaze is clear, yet it’s alone, feeling down.

Dragging this weary body to every place,
Silence breaks amid the city’s bustling pace,
The bus still travels, with no path, no hope, no peace,
Man is the creator of all unease. by @leo_cutz21

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2 years ago

The Weary Wanderer’s Lament :

I’m weary of two worlds, one with every breath and sigh,
and one where tales of roses and nightingales fly.
I’m tired of both realms, one filled with hate and ire,
and the day of reunion, which fans longing’s fire.

Who’s glimpsed beyond frosted panes in winter’s icy chill?
Who’s kept a smile for tomorrow, a promise to fulfill?
From all these illusions, I turn away in despair,
from being human, burdened by life’s endless snare.

They said , The day you die, your birth is near.
Even from that notion, I recoil in fear.
Let me live as I should, without palace or throne,
for even from such grandeur, I’d feel utterly alone.
#life
#endless
#illusion by @leo_cutz21

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2 years ago

A Traveler’s Tale

Alone, I journeyed, my heart in tow,
To the seas, my heart I did bestow.
The path of love, it was found,
And once again, I ventured ‘round.
I let go of a love once found,
Embraced solitude in silence profound.
To a city blind, I made my way,
Where my name was lost in disarray.
To a city filled with silent cries,
Where screams of silence filled the skies.
From start to end, darkness I saw,
Yet fearlessly, I ventured without a flaw.
I released my sorrows to the sea,
Yes, through time, I journeyed free.
I traveled, I journeyed, from dawn to dusk. by @leo_cutz21

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3 years ago

Looking for a fresh cut? 🌟 Book your haircut appointment with me now! Thank you for choosing us to make you look amazing. 💇‍♂️💇‍♀️” by @leo_cutz21

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Most poetry captures the essence of human experience,
In words that dance, in rhythms that entrance.

It paints emotions with delicate strokes,
And whispers secrets in lyrical evokes.

Through verses, we explore life’s deepest layers,
Finding solace in its heartfelt prayers.

From ancient odes to modern sonnets bright,
Most poetry shines with wisdom’s light.

It speaks of love, of loss, of dreams untold,
Of journeys taken, of stories bold.

So let us cherish each poet’s voice,
For in their words, we find our choice. by @leo_cutz21

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3 years ago

Sometimes my eyes grow weary from witnessing so much injustice.

We running when life moves at a leisurely pace, and we take steps when life stands still. We sit when life rushes by. by @leo_cutz21

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3 years ago

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6 years ago

Your guitar

Sometimes I write, read newspapers and take pictures for no reason,
I sleep and I wake up for no reason,
I drink tea for no reason,

I eat for no reason when I am hungry,
Does that confuse you?!!
Everything that I do has no reason.

Like crying ,laughing and dancing

Pick up your guitar and play a song for me.

Caress my nerve fibers with your fingertips

Be the only strong reason for all of the unreasonable things in my life،
Be the one that touches my soul.
Let the butterfly have wings again.

I am the owl sat each night waiting.......for years by @leo_cutz21

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