Tọlá Belva

Writer, poet, and a butterfly in her 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 era.

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Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where words weave the mosaic of my thoughts and dreams. I’m a storyteller at heart, ink-entwined and forever captivated by the beauty of language. Between the pages of life, I find a sanctuary—a place where emotions take form, and imagination knows no bounds. Here, you’ll discover musings, poetry, and reflections inspired by the world around me. Writing isn’t just a passion; it’s the rhythm of my soul, the way I connect, express, and breathe. Join me on this journey of prose and possibility—where every sentence holds a heartbeat and every word tells a story.

Where Sunlight Meets the Sea

Golden fingers stretch and glide,
Tracing ripples far and wide.
A quiet whisper, a fleeting spark,
The dance begins at morning’s arc.

The water shivers, soft and bright,
A mirror kissed by amber light.
It bends, it sways, it pulls in close,
A shimmering waltz in calm repose.

The sun, a painter bold and free,
Spills molten gold across the sea.
It dips, it twirls, it pirouettes,
In love with waves it won’t forget.

The water laughs, it leaps, it sings,
A liquid jewel with silver wings.
It rises high, then bows back down,
A playful tide in shimmering gown.

At noon, they flirt—a fiery gleam,
Melding in a sapphire dream.
Sunbeams scatter, wild and bright,
Upon each crest, they burn with light.

The wind hums low, a jealous tune,
Yet still, they waltz that afternoon.
A fleeting touch, a warm embrace,
A rhythm neither dares erase.

By dusk, they fade—a parting sigh,
Blushes spilled across the sky.
The water hums, a soft refrain,
Knowing they will meet again.

And when the night’s cool hush is spun,
The water waits to chase the sun.
For when the dawn begins to rise,
Their endless dance will paint the skies.

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