Oh star, Oh wind, Oh leaves…

Oh star twinkling far,
Do you see my lover's pupils?
He must be staring back in the dark,
For your light is reflecting his.

Oh wind blowing from the west,
Would you carry my desperate kisses?
For I know his lips long for my caress
As much as mine long for his.

Oh leaves with a rustle so delicate,
Would you carry my song to his ears?
Might my longing echoes resonate
Across the miles, for him to hear.



Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.

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