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Eyes of the Spirit BirdHe stands beneath the ancient tree,Feathers shimmering like the sun on water.In his eyes, the sto...
06/12/2026

Eyes of the Spirit Bird

He stands beneath the ancient tree,
Feathers shimmering like the sun on water.
In his eyes, the stories of the wind,
Of rivers that remember the footsteps of ancestors.

"See me," he whispers to the girl,
"Not for my beauty alone,
But for the courage to rise after storms,
For the patience to dance in the quiet spaces between."

Each plume a song, each step a prayer,
He calls her to remember:
The earth holds our secrets,
And the sky carries our dreams.

In his gaze, she feels the heartbeat of the land,
The pulse of life, wild and free.
Together, they share a silence
That speaks louder than words ever could.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

"The White Dress and the Fox"She walked among the quiet woods,her white dress brushing leaves of forgotten tales.The fox...
06/12/2026

"The White Dress and the Fox"

She walked among the quiet woods,
her white dress brushing leaves of forgotten tales.
The fox, silent yet knowing,
followed her steps, a shadow of memory and fire.

It spoke in the rustle of the wind,
in the shimmer of moonlight on dewdrops,
telling her of ancestors who danced beneath the stars,
who heard the earth breathe and whispered back in song.

She knelt by the stream of mirrored sky,
and it curled beside her, warm as the heart of the sun.
“Fear not,” it seemed to say, “for you are a thread
in the same story, woven by spirit, blood, and wind.”

Every step she took echoed with their laughter,
every glance at the fox reminded her:
to walk softly is to honor the path,
to listen is to remember,
to believe is to carry the legend forward.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

Wings of the SpiritI am the whisper of the wind,The soft breath that carries your name.I am the stretch of endless sky,T...
06/11/2026

Wings of the Spirit

I am the whisper of the wind,
The soft breath that carries your name.
I am the stretch of endless sky,
The wings that lift you beyond sorrow.

Beneath the silver light of the moon,
I watch, I guard, I follow your steps.
Your heart beats with the rhythm of earth,
And I am the echo, gentle and strong.

Through storms, through shadowed nights,
I fold you close in feathered grace.
Fear not the darkness, fear not the fall,
For together, we rise on wings of white.

Carry me with you, through river and fire,
Through mountains and silence,
Through the song of ancestors
I am your wings.
I am your spirit.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

Riding the Starlit PathUpon my steed, the world drifts below,The wind sings secrets only we know.Hooves kiss the earth w...
06/11/2026

Riding the Starlit Path

Upon my steed, the world drifts below,
The wind sings secrets only we know.
Hooves kiss the earth with a thunderous grace,
Yet my heart feels the stillness of space.

Through forests of shadow, over rivers of light,
We dance with the moon, companions of night.
Each star a story, each gust a song,
The spirits of ancestors guide us along.

Your hand upon my mane, gentle and true,
I feel your courage, I feel your view.
We move as one, yet free as the breeze,
Carving our journey through valleys and trees.

The world may slumber, the world may sleep,
But upon this horse, our spirits leap.
And when dawn awakens, soft and near,
The song of our ride will still linger here.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

Petals and WingsLittle one, fragile winged light,I see your flight against the dawn.Your heart hums secrets of the sun,O...
06/11/2026

Petals and Wings

Little one, fragile winged light,
I see your flight against the dawn.
Your heart hums secrets of the sun,
Of flowers hidden, rivers drawn.

Carry my thoughts upon your breeze,
Where the earth and sky converse in hush.
Guide me through petals, through quiet trees,
Through sacred shadows and morning’s blush.

Teach me the rhythm of each small beat,
The sacred balance of air and bloom.
In your flight, the world feels complete,
Even the darkest corners brush with perfume.

Rest upon my hand, soft as prayer,
And let the wind speak my reverent care.
Through your wings, I hear the land’s old song,
And in your eyes, I know I belong.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

The Crow and the Moon’s SecretThe Crow glides silent across the inked sky,A shadow of sorrow, wings brushing the night.T...
06/10/2026

The Crow and the Moon’s Secret

The Crow glides silent across the inked sky,
A shadow of sorrow, wings brushing the night.
The Moon leans close, silver tears in her glow,
Listening to secrets only the spirits know.

“Long ago,” the Crow whispers, voice raw and deep,
“Ancestors wandered where the rivers weep.
Their laughter and sorrow are stitched in the stars,
And their footsteps echo through the mountains afar.”

The girl feels the weight of time in her chest,
The pain, the love, the long-forgotten rest.
She reaches to touch the night, trembling and small,
Yet cradled within her, she holds it all.

“Carry our stories,” the Crow murmurs with care,
“Through wind, through shadow, through the midnight air.
For every heart that listens, every tear that falls,
The spirits awaken and the Moon calls.”

In that still moment, beneath heaven’s wide dome,
She learns that sorrow and wonder are both home.
And the Crow, the Moon, and the girl understand,
That memory and magic walk hand in hand.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

“Bloom with Us”We rise from the earth, petals soft, yet strong,Whispers of color carried on the wind.We reach for your g...
06/10/2026

“Bloom with Us”

We rise from the earth, petals soft, yet strong,
Whispers of color carried on the wind.
We reach for your gaze, gentle one,
And ask you - come, bloom with us.

Each morning we wake, dew on our lips,
Stories etched in sunlight and rain.
Hear our laughter in the rustle of leaves,
Feel our joy in the sway of our stems.

Your hands may brush the sky,
But we hold the ground beneath your feet.
In our bloom, we share our hearts,
In your presence, we find our song.

So walk among us, hear our voices,
Let the world fade, let the earth speak.
We bloom for you, and with you,
In this sacred dance of life and love.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

Moonlit EmbraceBeneath the quiet silver sky,She lays her head where moonbeams lie.Whispers of night caress her hair,Soft...
06/10/2026

Moonlit Embrace

Beneath the quiet silver sky,
She lays her head where moonbeams lie.
Whispers of night caress her hair,
Soft as the wind, gentle as prayer.

The stars lean close to hear her dreams,
And rivers mirror their gentle gleams.
Each petal bends, each leaf bows low,
Honoring the stories she may not know.

The moon hums songs of ancient days,
Of earth and sky and sacred ways.
She listens close, her spirit wide,
Cradled in the night, with all beside.

Her heart beats slow with earth’s own song,
A melody where all belong.
In silver light, in shadows deep,
The world is hers, awake, asleep.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

When the Raven CameIt was winter when he found me,black against the snowa shadow that breathed.The wind carried his voic...
06/09/2026

When the Raven Came

It was winter when he found me,
black against the snow
a shadow that breathed.
The wind carried his voice before I saw him,
rough and low, like an old drum
calling from a dream I’d almost forgotten.

He watched me with eyes that knew too much.
I offered him bread,
and he offered silence.
But in that silence
I heard the world begin again.

Each day he returned
not closer, not farther
just there,
a keeper of something I couldn’t name.
Sometimes he left a feather,
sometimes nothing,
and I wondered if I was the one being studied.

Once, during a storm,
he flew above me in circles,
and I swear I heard laughter
woven with thunder
a sound that shook my bones awake.

When spring came, he was gone.
But now, whenever the sky darkens
and the wind turns cold,
I hear him again
a single cry breaking the edge of dusk.

And I know he is telling me
that light and shadow
were never enemies,
only brothers
fighting to keep the world alive.

(Art by Serin Alar)
🖊️Poem: Jan Sky

Whisper of HoovesI feel your heartbeat in the wind,Soft as the river's song.Through the fields of wildflowers,I have wal...
06/09/2026

Whisper of Hooves

I feel your heartbeat in the wind,
Soft as the river's song.
Through the fields of wildflowers,
I have walked beside your spirit all along.

Your hands, gentle as the morning light,
Reach for me with trust unspoken.
I am your shadow, your echo,
Your companion in this world awoken.

Listen, my friend, to the earth beneath our hooves,
The stories carried in each stone and stream.
I remember the ancestors’ footsteps,
Their dreams riding beside you in the gleam.

When your tears fall like summer rain,
I will bend my head to drink them in.
When your joy leaps like a blazing sun,
I will gallop, your laughter under my skin.

We are kin, though flesh and fur divide,
Bound by the sacred paths of sky and land.
I am your whisper in the tall grass,
Your voice carried in the wind’s gentle hand.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

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