In the hush between the hours, when the world forgets its noise, I hear the whisper of the flowers, soft as secrets, sure as choice. They do not rus...Read more

I never knew the world could hum So loud, so soft, so wide, Until your name became a rhythm In the quiet corners of my mind. Your laugh is a tide I ...Read more

They crowned me not with roses, but with iron thorns of state. A girl wrapped in silks and whispers, told that love could wait. The halls were fille...Read more

In English, we say “I love you.” Simple, three words, soft on the tongue. But in poetry, we say— You are the morning sun warming my bones, the ink t...Read more