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📸https://muryou-aigazou.com/ 𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 He forced me, little by little, he forced me, coercing my being from the most intimate, from ...

📸https://muryou-aigazou.com/ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔴𝔤𝔲𝔱𝔢 𝔉𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 Lowgute was a practically lost land. The fields had been parched to the core for decades...

27 march 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2688: a dirty dish ▶https://ecency.com/category/@daily.prompt/27-march-2025-m...

No temo a la muerte oscura, pues en su umbral ya vivo. Con energía y bravura, soy del cáncer un cautivo. No es la cura lo que apura, es ...

Pixabay The hell of my passion burns my chest with a voracious fire, an insatiable fire that screams for a man in the shadows of my desi...

#ZapFicMonday: ZapFic240! The "Original" ZapFic: Write a story using 240 characters OR less! Plus RESULTS from Last Week's ZapF...

📸 https://unsplash.com/es/fotos/reloj-de-la-torre-marron-B_TdfGFuGwA Around 2 a.m. In the early morning, around 2 a.m., Amalia was sleep...

En nuestra vida, todo se mezcla. Su decursar a veces nos lleva por intrincados caminos, oscuros, pero hoy prefiero hablarles amigas queri...

February, music and chronopios. To Roswel, for the chronopios and for February. Just because. The image of love it has a chronopio s...

Desolación Un escalpelo de viento hirió la noche, en la oscuridad ocurrió la herida. Un vendaval de recuerdos derramó mis sueños, la rea...

9 february 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2642: lost confidence ➡️https://ecency.com/category/@daily.prompt/9-february...

🥇 Hola hivers!! 🎯 Un placer regresar a la #comunidad Literatos y compartirles un poema!!! SOMOS LA NOCHE Tú y yo somos el aire sobre el ...

Golpes Los recibimos desde pequeño, uno cree que es por cariño, porque así se construye el camino se labra el carácter; pero de grande,...

Source   I praise you, the heavens tell of your greatness, with stars that shine in your honour, the clouds whisper your nature, thy lig...

📸 https://www.artguru.ai/es/ Escribo poesía para mi alma, Que no deja de soñar. Para mis heridas, Que no dejan de sangrar. ♦ Escribo po...

ENGLISH VERSION WHAT I SEE: Here I see a forest that is full of ice in winter and two men who found firewood in the middle of that win...

The Song of the Unasked Flower When a flower blooms it does not ask to the gray sky that covers the dusk or to the wind that secretly ki...

The Invisible Path In the valley of silence time carves shadows footsteps etch poems on the damp earth; each step ascends as a prayer va...

Rainbow Trail Don't be quick to judge the storm The storm is not an enemy but a gentle hand Sweeping dust from the surface of the sky Di...

The Remnants of Morning In the remains of an unrecognizable morning I sit on the edge of time, flowing in silence. I see the leaves fal...

Elegy of the Bowing Sky Beneath a sky melting like an ancient candle I ask the unfinished morning why the fallen leaves descend in s...

The Edge of the Abyss Like a wild orchid growing on the edge of a cliff on the edge of a world about to collapse beauty is never born of...

The Erased Map Life, a canvas without a sketch, Its lines are washed away by the rain of time. The straight road turns into a winding ri...

At the Edge of Time In the depths of the night’s shadow, Longing arrives, like an unseen breeze. I wait at the edge of time, In a place ...

Your Smile Your smile on a somber day is a tireless light piercing the mist touching the edges of time. It is not the world that shapes ...

Every small step toward a dream is a stepping stone to the peak Nothing is in vain though unclear at times For hope grows from hard work ...

do not fear the fall the earth extends its palms cradles the cracks welcomes the dust in its silence when the body shatters learn to weav...

You can go directly to the English version by clicking 👉 HERE ”Nᴏ ʜᴀʏ ᴜɴᴀ sᴇɢᴜɴᴅᴀ ᴏᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴅᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴀʀ ᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴇʀᴀ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇsɪᴏ́ɴ” Zon...

Español Te extraño, mar, te extraño en cada atardecer, sé que sigues ahí, cambiante e inalterable, único y, a la vez, tan cambiante en c...