𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏

In silence, there’s a song, a corner where we belong. Solitude is not despair, it’s an embrace beyond compare.

Who said that being alone can’t make a whole world grow? There, in stillness, lies the treasure, happiness no one can measure.

Is this a poem?

I'm not good at writting in english,

I have never read a poem in english.

But the abstract silence of my room

forces me to write it and bloom.

Just nice

The Birth of Venus (1912)

— by Adolph Hirémy-Hirschl

She is

For me, she is a song that never leaves my head. She is that song that you don't want to stop hearing. You want to listen to her when you are sad or happy. That song that makes you feel a thousand lives.

Bonds

I'm a star.

I crave the warmth of every gaze, I was born to light up the stage. Not just another fleeting soul.... I’m living the dream that once felt far away.

These works reflect much more than just beauty, they also generate compassion.

Blue Shadows By Jeff Stanford, 2024

Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/

She and I

She’s sweet like fruit on summer days, With tender charm in quiet ways. She’s delicate, a crystal shine, A fragile soul, a rare design.

She feels like children lost in dreams, Her heart is soft, or so it seems. While I fight demons in the night, She is my calm, my guiding light.

Dark Romanticism