My heart is a flower On a winter night, Cold winds touch its petals, Yet it dreams of light. Beneath the silent moon, It blooms without a sound, Waiting for the warmth of spring To turn its dreams around. #Quotethought #heartflower

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The kettle clicks off and the kitchen goes quiet except for the fridge humming like it always does. I pour the water watch the steam rise and think of nothing in particular— just the way the light falls on the counter this afternoon, soft and ordinary.

“Every pain gives a lesson, and every lesson changes a person.”