Follow your heart. Marina Eugenie di Cervini

eyes grow dim, the soul confined.

      Yet still, we find the strength to rise,

      And greet the garden, clear of lies.

      YOUR ERROR SCARRED THE SOUL

      “Today, I sat on the sand, the ocean stretching infinitely before me. The waves spoke a language I longed to understand. I dipped my pen into their rhythm and wrote about diplomacy—how it mirrors the tides. It is both gentle and forceful, patient yet unyielding. A seagull hovered nearby, a silent witness to my thoughts. “The world,” I wrote, “is as fragile as this shoreline, shifting with every wave, yet enduring through centuries.””

      Your error scarred the soul, you see,

      And cast it adrift in a storm-torn sea.

      Unready was I for the world’s vile play,

      Unready to face love’s bitter fray.

      The moon blurred dreams with its spectral glow,

      Binding my feet where shadows grow.

      You let your life drift with the breaking dawn,

      And gained love’s kiss, but dreams were gone.

      You knew the winds – unstable, wild,

      Feared each pause like a restless child.

      You ran, you fled, you let it fade,

      The trust you once so lightly laid.

      Desire led you, open and bare,

      Yet you drowned in its embrace, unaware.

      Forgotten truths in tears dissolved,

      Loneliness stood where hope resolved.

      A meagre world of fleeting might—

      Among sharks, serpents, and piranhas’ bite.

      You lost your path, consumed by vice,

      Yet in your will, life still survives.

      WHAT IS FREEDOM IN DARKNESS?

      “The library is my refuge. Rows upon rows of books, each holding a piece of someone’s mind, someone’s struggle. I’ve been spending hours here, lost in legal texts and the occasional novel. Balance is everything. To be free is not to escape the shadows, but to walk through them unbroken. Freedom is the light we find within.”

      What is freedom in darkness dire?

      Perhaps a steadfast step through mire.

      Perhaps the keenest eye that sees,

      The beauty born of whispered pleas.

      Freedom is to hold each heart,

      And in return, your love impart.

      To value all who dare to give,

      To see the truth, to truly live.

      Freedom is the distant star,

      That guides the ship when storms are far.

      To stand respected, firm and free,

      And know that life still beats in thee.

      TO FOLLOW THE HEART

      “The library welcomed me like an old friend. The scent of aged books was intoxicating, and the silence was profound. I found a corner by the window, where the light filtered through ancient glass panes. My thoughts turned to… There is a quiet rebellion in following one’s heart – a defiance that reshapes the world. To listen, to feel, to leap without fear.”

      To follow the heart, to pause, to hear,

      Its cries of joy, its echoing fear.

      To cast off chains of thought’s cruel lies,

      And see the world through unveiled eyes.

      The echoes fade, the light grows dim,

      Yet still the heart beats firm within.

      It seeks the paths that reason bars,

      And dreams of dancing beneath the stars.

      How frightening life’s silent scream,

      To wake and find the world a dream.

      Yet courage blooms when truth takes hold,

      A love, unbroken, pure and bold.

      THE WHISPERING GARDEN

      “Sometimes I crave the scent of flowers and leaves, as if the world could never offer enough. I close my eyes and find myself in the most beautiful and peaceful garden imaginable – a mysterious haven nestled within my heart. In this garden, I discover not only blossoms but fragments of eternity, a timeless promise whispered by the earth itself.”

      Oh, wondrous garden! Your whispers plead,

      As sunlight strains to sow its seed.

      Entwined in leaves, a tender breath,

      Where life defies the grasp of death.

      Oh, gentle garden! Your roots run deep,

      Through hopes we dared to sow in sleep.

      Your blossoms reach, yet yearn to flee,

      Bound in the veil of eternity.

      The skies erupt with radiant flame,

      But you, my garden, remain the same.

      What joy, what grief, your soil has bled,

      Yet still, you bloom where angels tread.

      My sweet, I’ll weave my dreams for you,

      A cloth of whispers, soft and true.

      For even at the edge of strife,

      You hold my heart—you are my life.

      ENVY, FEAR, FRAILTY, PAIN

      “There are poisons that seep through the soul, silent yet all-consuming. They speak in whispers, but their echoes are deafening.”

      Envy, fear, frailty, pain —

      The heart beats beneath this shadowed strain.

      Venomous words spill ash and fire,

      The tongue, a blade, reveals its ire.

      Pain tears apart the soul inside,

      Subduing the living with each tide.

      A single glance of jealous spite,

      And the spirit falls to endless night.

      A darkened cell enshrouds the brow,

      Eclipsing all with solemn vow.

      The sunbeam falters, lost, denied,

      Where once the pathways opened wide.

      Compassion stirs for hearts that bleed,

      For souls ensnared by hollow greed.

      Through circles they wander, bound and blind,

      By burdens of their own design.

      LET THEM WEEP WHO SPURNED OUR LOVE

      “Let the heavens judge, for justice finds its way through storms and tears alike.”

      Let