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What I Read When I Want to Remember©️ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָby Felina Silver (Copyright 2026)
This poem is a quiet meditation on the books we choose when we are ready to listen deeply—to history, to land, and to voices long silenced. Moving through titles that carry grief, wisdom, and endurance, it reflects on reading not as consumption, but as an act of remembering. It invites the reader to approach learning as a form of humility…
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A Dream That Calls Us Forward©️⋆.˚🦋༘⋆by Felina Silver (Copyright 2026)
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. moved through the world as one who listened deeply—to faith, to suffering, to the ache of an unfinished promise. He believed that love could be disciplined into action, that justice was not distant but demanded, and that hope was something we were meant to carry together. This poem is a meditation on his enduring light…
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As Long As We’re Together©️ 𖠋♡𖠋 By Felina Silver (Copyright 2026)
Love reveals itself in ordinary moments: sitting close, sharing music, cooking dinner, and simply being together. This poem honors the gentle, steady presence of love found in life with my children. Thanks to ChatGBT for helping create my photo.
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When you believe, there is hope©
Today, the sky is bluer though it is raining outside. I feel the sun beaming on my back, though I’m dreanched in rain. I feel no hunger or thirst though I haven’t had a meal or drink within the last 48 hours. I wear hope on my sleeve and love in my heart and I believe in a better tomorrow.…
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I Am The Fall Sky©
I may be chillier than the months before me, but I’m better at running and walking. I have my peaky days where you may often feel my warmth more than I would like. I’m happy for many rainy days because it feeds the soil beneath me as the rain provides me with what is needed to survive the clouds speed…
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There’s Always Hope©
Hope, while it may sometimes be unimaginable, it is always there. Strip away your ambivalence and you will feel hopes presence. Hope is meant for everyone and it costs nothing. Hope can sometimes be the only friend we feel we have left in the world. Often, the only hand outside of a family members that you should be more than…
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Freedom of Choice©
Uncertain if we are able to cast about our feelings without fear or shame rolling off our backs. Peering eyes always prejudging our every move. Expecting us to cast a vote in their every direction for every movement they’re about. You have no choice of you’re own not even who you are about. What was that FREEDOM of Choice that…
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My Sweet, Lucky, Friday the 13th©
Friday, January 13th, 1981My Stomach was on fireI couldn’t understand the pain, I had never felt anything like it before I was rushed to the hospital as fast as could beUp on a bed, being picked and prodded The doctor turned to sayYou have a little baby on the wayA month and half early Tests had to be doneTo be…
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My Everything©
I never thought I’d see the day that I would truly know love. With the click on my keyboard, pulled into a personal chat. Questions asked, questions answered. Laughs, giggles, smiles. More in common than there are differences. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. But what I’ve gained is a knot in my stomach that just won’t quit. There because I feel…
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