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I didn't plan to write this book. I was just trying to stay alive - softly. In the quiet corners of my life - between aging parents, fear about money, street food shifts, and too many thoughts at night - I began to write... not to impress anyone, but to remind myself that I was still here. I wrote about grief, and hope, and fear. I wrote while translating my soul into different languages, sometimes wondering if the world would ever understand me. And then I realized: maybe I wasn't alone. Maybe there were others like me - gentle people in loud times, hearts still beating in a world that told them to shut down. This book is for us. For the ones who feel too much. For those who carry too many roles. For daughters who want to save the family but still dream of writing. We may be few... but we are not small. This is a home for the ones who stayed soft. This is your light. - Silid Emiliano (July, 2025)

It's a poem I wrote years ago the first one I ever wrote with some adjustments... hope y'all like it 💌💗

Here are a collection of poems that I have made. #122 in Poetry, on 26th October 2016 #125 in Poetry, on 22nd October 2016. #140 in Poetry, on 21st October 2016. *** In my dreams there is a bird and a painted blue sky and how it flies free But my mind, as a paintbrush paints the sky black in the thoughts that pain me The bird falls and there is ink and the words of a poet dive deep into my soul My thoughts crush the hearts of others yet I do not know. ***

these are poems i write when i don't know where to go, when im lost; it gives me a way of expressing myself. (hope you like them) -a.s.

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