Every being in this world feels, just like us. They love, they care, they grieve. All hearts beating with the same longing. It’s so pity that we forget this. Mother Nature, the great weaver of souls, Has stitched us all with threads of longing— A hunger not just for survival, But for touch, for warmth, for belonging. Our nervous systems are wired for love, Designed to seek, to ache, to crave. Not just humans, but all beings. And may we never forget— Love is not just for us. May animals receive the kindness they deserve. May women, breaking chains of centuries, Find love untainted by patriarchy’s shadow. May men, too, unburdened by expectation, Know tenderness beyond strength. May love reach every heart, For we were all born to be loved. ©Taani_writes

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Love is the bare minimum— worship like a lover. ©Taani_writes

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green-leaves A literary soul, unwilling to fall— When they plunge, it's as if into a black hole. Escape velocity offers no control. ©Taani_writes

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The tell of a tale That bleeds through the ink The pain you write. How much it had scared and shattered you Before you made the scars wings. Flying up above the mountains of memories Crossing the lightning of flashbacks. Cognizant thunder booming, Tingling, trembling you. ©Taani_writes

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All is well, yet nothing's fine, Heart smiles, yet feels the twine. A paradox within, seeking a sign, What does she want to define? ( 22 Feb - 2024 ) ©Taani

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