Wednesday, August 27, 2025

I have collections, my dear...

I have collections, my dear...

Being made, specially for you,

accumulated over the time, 

from the dreams, I pursued. 


In the phases, of my life,

I brought, following a drive, 

with enthusiasm, and delights,

waiting for a chance to invite. 


I have collections, my dear...

Hidden from the peering eyes,

containing wishes of my hearts,

to share interests, things I love. 


Some forgotten, faded from memories,

others too close, becoming part of me,

seeking an understanding and support, 

from the one, I truly feel connected. 


I have collections, my dear...

Made sacrifices, hold them near,

still, I am concerned, and I fear,

facing rejections, falling in despair... 


When my efforts, were ignored, 

I might suffer, from disappointments, 

losing the very spark, that excites,

when I gathered, for future time.


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