"Between ashes and blossoms a heart learns to breathe" A haiku collection, traces a soul's journey through falling in love, heartbreak, anger, healing, and rebirth. Each chapter holds a whisper of a moment brief, tender, and powerful.

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~You tell me I'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen The way the treads of life have delicately etched, stitching my soul You tell me you're in love with every inch of my body The way god has chosen all the right strokes to make me art You assure me there is nothing you would back to explore The way darkness has been left to stall to make me dark You go on rides rambling on and on with those silly words The way everything I mentioned above makes me a masterpiece But what if I told you you're just wearing rose colored glasses You see pink where there's blood There's blood in your eyes ~ A collection of poems about love, longing and adoration. {Ranked #1 in Poetry(352K books) 9/6/25}

He gave her a fever beneath the belly of a star.

أول روايه أن شاء الله تنال إعجابكم ❤️. ~تشبيه الأبطال بالانستا~ تبدأ قصتنا من لما تجي بطلتنا للسعوديه وتصادف هاذاك العسكري وتتهاوش معاه لكن ماتدري انه اللي بينقذها من عملية اختطاف بتصير لها . ( الروايه تنعرض في واتباد وانستا "da_q25" )

Sequel to Another Hate love Story

All the things I've wanted to say to her 🤍

Welcome to "Whispers from the Heart", my collection of poems that explore depths of love, hate and self-imagery. My poems mainly resonates on three themes: love, trust and loyalty. I've found solace in writing, and making poems a reflection of raw experiences. I hope you'll find pieces of yourself in these poems and that they will inspire you to listen to your own heart whispers.

ស្នេហ៍ដំបូងរបស់ខ្ញុំគឺជាបុរសនៅក្នុងឆ្នាំ90ឯណោះ

Laughs echoed through the noisy room With each new story, both fake and loud; Though this chattering swirls, I hold my ground, In our shared jokes, they don't know the bond. -Ysaleyi