Walls

I learned to build
walls
so high
that at first glance
it was a monumental
task
to break them down.
Scaling heights
is not
for the faint of heart.
To knock the walls down
was not the answer.
The brave
made the climb
and found the place
in my heart
Where truth — and love
Survive.

— Violet Tudor

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Poetry In The Mist

Moments caught in the cracks
between my rib cage
forever cherished.
Time hidden in heartbeatssuspended between wishes
bound with the threads
that wove us into the
tapestry of each other’s lives.
Lost words bound
to stray from my lips—
My adoration of you..
..all that I bleed,
Poetry in the mist.
And the calm in my heart
is you, it was always you.

— Violet Tudor

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Labyrinth

The silent labyrinth of time slowly winding,
time spent passing reflections of ourselves
echoes down corridors that never seem
to run in straight lines.
And yet the only constant
is me feeling you right beside me —
and if you close your eyes
and touch the walls
you can feel our story carved into the walls
and hear our footsteps from another life
brushing past.

— Violet Tudor

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Silhouetted Nights

Autumn, aching, forgotten
as crisp air carries the leaves.
Silhouetted nights perfumed with passion,
silent words dropped
between the spaces of heartbeats, and
the taste of forbidden love in my veins.
I hold our stolen moments in my hands,
gentle, tender fingertips stroking memories
the way the night wind caresses the stars.
I feel your arms holding me tight,
the brush of your lips,
the rise of the electrical current between
you and I, an admission of love
escapes my lips,
and oh, to kiss you graceless.

— Violet Tudor

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Woven Reality

Conjoined heartbeats
Words of same breath
The simple yet complex way
You hold my hand
The need conveyed in a glance
Emotions rustle
Woven reality
Caressed with gentle fingertips
Through the loom of love

— Violet Tudor

Filipoiu Marius

Filipoiu Marius Photography

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Reignition

The virtue of audacity
drowning in ink
spilled
into chiselled hieroglyphs
where love once resided.

Reignition
before the flames turned to ashes,
the sacred and profane
scattered among the white-hot embers
slowly begins to burn.

— Violet Tudor

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Philippe Garrel Photography

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