Coffee Plants and Endless Thoughts!

Sunset Stroll on Rue le Marine Roads adorned with bougainvillea’s glow, Their petals whispering secrets we’ll never know. The sunset draped the sea in hues of fire, Each wave, a note in a hymn of desire. Beside me, she walked—serene and true, An aura so radiant, my heart just knew. The salty air carried her laughter, her voice, A melody that made my soul rejoice. As the waves kissed the shore in their endless race, She asked, with a smile etched on her face: “Can kindness and truth ever be weighed?” Her words lingered, a gentle cascade. I wondered then if fate held the key, A roulette wheel pausing just for me. The songs and sunsets wove a spell, In her presence, my guarded walls fell. That night, sleepless but awake in bliss, Replaying the moments I would forever miss. Bougainvillea now bears her name, A symbol of a day never the same. Yet, my only regret, a touch not dared, Hands untaken, feelings spared. I don't believe in destiny—at least, not yet, But perhaps this bloom is no ...

Life is a questionable myth, and the world, a mystery, An insignificant existence, hidden from history. Humbled and bundled into the universe's embrace, With nothing but the mind, hanging by a fragile trace. The cold winter night passed, leaving me hollow, As I lay in my room, staring into the endless shadow. The world remained dark, yet my mind burned bright, Sifting grains of reality from the ocean's vast might. Nature gifted ways to free my vulnerable soul, Dragging it from the confines of my body's control. Plants and fungi, a symbiosis breaking sensory chains, Binding me in oneness with all that remains. A journey that shattered my ego, burying its boast, Revealing truths beyond life's narrated ghost. No battle to fight, but surrender to vast epochs of truth, Suspended between delusion and wisdom's root. Confusion raged: what is real, and what is not? I sought peace, closing my eyes, a heart distraught. Transported to a transient plane of wisdom and lore, Where...