In this vast world of echoes and noise,
Where words collide and meanings ploy,
I seek simplicity in letters and lines,
To unravel the essence that truly defines.
One hundred forty-three, a humble string,
A melody that only whispered hearts can bring,
Each digit imbued with love's tender might,
A secret code, a language of its own, in sight.
Like the stars that form celestial constellations,
One, four, and three, unify in their manifestations,
Each number holds a symbol, a rhythm, a song,
Infinite possibilities, where emotions belong.
One resonates with notes of a nascent affection,
The dawn of a bond, the start of introspection,
A seed full of hope, a spark of connection,
A whisper that carries dreams with perfection.
Four, a harmony that dances with delight,
An embrace of souls, shining ever so bright,
Four seasons, four corners, four winds blow,
Every touch, every gaze, intertwining, these four grow.
And when we linger on the sweetest of three,
Love becomes the blossom on passion's tree,
The triad of hearts, entwined and never apart,
An eternal bond, a symphony of mind and heart.
So, let these numbers speak, let them ignite,
Emotions that transcend, soaring in flight,
For in the language of 143, souls shall commune,
Where love's whispers resonate, forever in tune.
143 really means, I love you
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MY BRAIN (poetry)
PuisiAs a person who overthinks all the time my mind flows with my most precious thoughts, always seeking to create everlasting essays that shape me. There's beauty in honesty, and that's what I want to bring to every piece. I read each of my thoughts as...
