Tag: pebblegalaxy poetry
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The Object That Learned the Shape of Me
I keep it in the lowest drawer, beneath expired warranties and forgotten manuals—not because it is useful, but because it remembers me. This poem traces the quiet life of an object that refused to be discarded, becoming a witness to change, loss, endurance, and the strange way memory settles into the ordinary. What begins as…
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When Arms Remember the Language of Stars
When words falter and silence grows heavy, a hug steps in—rooting us, steadying us, reminding us of our shared gravity. In the quiet language of touch, hearts find reassurance, pain softens, and hope learns how to breathe again. A simple embrace can become a small galaxy of belonging, whispering what the soul most needs to…
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These Are the Hours That Shape Us
These are the hours that arrive quietly—without spectacle or warning—settling into our bones through glowing screens, restless silences, and unanswered questions. In a world strained by division, loss, and relentless change, resilience does not roar; it endures. This poem traces an inner passage through grief, uncertainty, and fractured times, widening slowly into a cosmic awareness…
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