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The rain orchestra
The sky opens its doors and allows us, To catch a glimpse at its splendor, thus, We take our chance and contemplate in awe, The once in a lifetime…
7 hrs ago • elena's poems
The sentence
The music resounds too loud, but I can only hear, The thoughts sneaking in: the demons come near, Although I hunt them, they leave a trace of despair…
8 hrs ago • elena's poems
The apparent curse morphed into meaning
Living life with bipolar disorder
15 hrs ago • elena's poems
Subway reflections
On our inner critic, misleading perspectives, and the puzzle of our identity
Jan 15 • elena's poems
A melody – A testimony of our soul frozen in time
Music carves emotions from our heart and morphes them into rhythm, whereas precisely slices thoughts from our mind and converts them into lyrics.
Jan 11 • elena's poems
Cracks in her confidence
I wrote this poem as an attempt to heal my tiny insecurities.
Dec 29, 2025 • elena's poems
A different method
O diferita modalitate
Dec 28, 2025 • elena's poems
Unspoken whispers
Stained with sins
Nov 6, 2025 • elena's poems
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