Minus-Like Queen
Wings of Expectation
Waiting is a joyful hope,
patience a chant, steady and clear.
Each thought a seed, shaping the year,
blossomed and known yet still the horizon lingers near.
⁛ echoes beneath the quiet light
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.
Wings of Expectation
Waiting is a joyful hope,
patience a chant, steady and clear.
Each thought a seed, shaping the year,
blossomed and known yet still the horizon lingers near.
⁛ echoes beneath the quiet light
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.