Echoes in the Quiet: By Fefe Casteo

Silent screams behind closed eyes,
A war that never truly dies.
Shadows crawl where light once played,
Memories haunt in shades of gray.

Heartbeat thunders, loud and fast,
Echoes of a haunted past.
Peace a stranger, calm a ghost,
In the mind, the battles boast.

Triggers spark a sudden flame,
Flashes blur, but none to blame.
Invisible wounds, deep inside,
A quiet war that will not hide.

Yet hope persists beyond the pain,
A strength to heal, to live again.
Step by step, the dawn breaks through—
From shattered night, a life anew.

The Shape of Love By: Fefe Casteo

Love is not loud, but softly grows,
Like roots beneath a bloom that shows.
It moves in silence, dwells in light,
And warms the coldest edge of night.

It’s not just fire that sparks and burns,
But steady glow in quiet turns—
A hand to hold, a breath to share,
A presence found when none are there.

It lives in glances left unsaid,
In letters never fully read,
In laughter spilled on rainy days,
And walking on through winding ways.

Love bends but doesn’t break with time,
It hums beneath life’s changing rhyme.
It’s less a storm, more like the sea—
Endless, deep, and wild, yet free.

So let it grow, and let it stay,
In every heart it finds its way.
For love, once true, will never part—
It lives forever in the heart.

Whispers of the Wild By: Fefe Casteo

Beneath a sky of endless hue,
Where dawn spills gold and paints the dew,
The forest wakes with breath so deep—
A whispered hymn from ancient sleep.

The pine trees stretch with arms held wide,
Their shadows dancing side by side.
A brook, in laughter, skips on stone,
Its melody a song alone.

The petals blush with morning light,
As robins break the hush of night.
Each leaf, a story etched in green,
Each breeze, a sigh the world has seen.

Mountains wear crowns of silver grace,
And clouds drift slow in soft embrace.
The sun, a flame on heaven's shore,
Gives life, then lingers, asking more.

O nature, wild, serene, and free,
You carve your truth in stone and tree.
No art, no song, no hand can claim
The timeless glory of your name.