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#今日の1枚 #今日の詩

詩:風薫る宵の庭 Whispered Grace

無窮の愛が
広がる家族の未来

光と風の記憶

晩春の息吹が
そよぐ庭に

幸福な想いが
織りなす静寂

風薫る宵の庭
Whispered Grace

‐戎‐

Poetry.

”Whispered Grace”

Love without end
Family's future spreads wide.

Memories of light and wind.

Late spring's breath
In the whispering garden.

Happy thoughts
Weave a silent calm.

The Scented Evening Garden
Whispered Grace

-Kai-

God bless you.
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Deux Arabesques, L. 66: No. 2 in G Major, Allegretto scherzando

Ania Safa

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Ryo

#今日の1枚 #今日の詩

詩:星瞬の希望芽吹 Whispered Wishes

柔らかな
風がささやく

無垢なる庭に
春が息づき

星の瞬きが
優しく笑う

子らの
愛しい笑顔と

虹色のシャボンが
春の空を描く

星瞬の希望芽吹
Whispered Wishes

-戒-

Poetry.

”Whispered Wishes”

Soft Whispers of the wind

In a pure garden, Spring breathes

Stars twinkling Gently smile

Children's Beloved smiles and

Rainbow bubbles Paint the spring sky

Hope buds in starry twinkle

Whispered Wishes

-Kai-

God bless you.
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小犬のワルツ

イリーナ・メジューエワ

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Ryo

Ryo

#今日の1枚 #今日の詩

詩:春隣の夢 Whispered Bloom

微かに響く
春の序章

虹色の光が
庭を包み込む

シャボンに映る
子らの笑顔

庭に咲く花は
家族の夢

愛の風は
絆を紡ぐ

春隣の夢
Whispered Bloom

-戒-

Poetry.

”Whispered Bloom”

Barely echoing,
the prologue of spring.

Rainbow-colored light
envelops the garden.

Reflected in bubbles,
children's smiles.

The flowers blooming
in the garden are dreams of family.

The wind of
love weaves bonds.

Dreams of spring's neighbors,
Whispered Bloom.

-Kai-

God bless you.
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亡き王女のためのパヴァーヌ

ウラディーミル・アシュケナージ

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Ryo

Ryo

#今日の1枚 #今日の詩

詩:紫光の微笑み Whispered Hues

柔らかな紫が風に舞う

安らぎの中
子らは笑い

希望のシャボンが
空を満たし

紫の光が
未来を灯す

家族を包む
温かな春の灯り

紫光の微笑み
Whispered Hues

-戒-

Poetry.

”Whispered Hues”

Soft purple dances
in the wind,

Amidst the tranquility
children laugh,

Hope's bubbles fill
the sky,

Purple light illuminates
the future,

Enveloping family with
the warm spring glow,

The smile of purple light
Whispered Hues

-Kai-

God bless you.
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ノクターン(夜想曲) 第2番:ショパン

Piotr Kovac

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key

Blue sky bright, a golden hue,
This vibrant bloom, shining anew.
Though shadows stretch, it stands so tall,
A whispered promise, embracing all.
Have a beautiful Saturday 🙌🏼
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SYMMETRY feat.Shi-un

FreeTEMPO

花の星花の星
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Garv Rawat

Garv Rawat

The storm whispered, and I listened — Wuthering Waves.

嵐がささやき、私はその声に耳を傾けた — ウォーザリング・ウェイブズ。

One of the best games I have played up till now.
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key

key

Under velvet skies we write,
Wishes whispered to the night.
Two stars lost, yet hearts aligned,
Across the heavens, love will find.
Once a year, their paths will meet,
In stardust lanes, their spirits greet.
A fleeting touch, a silent vow,
The world asleep, but not them now.
Hope remains, though skies divide,
Love endures, with time as guide.
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Moon River (From Breakfast at Tiffany's) [Remastered]

オードリー・ヘップバーン

夏空に願いを
夏空に願いを
参加
空好きの星空好きの星
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#写真好きな人と繋がりたい #ひとりごとのようなもの
Lost so long, through night and rain,
Heart in pieces, filled with pain.
Then you came, a light so true,
A world reborn because of you.
Fate had whispered, stars had shown,
In your arms, I’ve found my home.
写真の星写真の星
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そう𖤣𖥧𖥣。

そう𖤣𖥧𖥣。

Good morning.
My blanket softly whispered,
“No te vayas todavía…”
The warmth wouldn’t let me go.

But still,
after a quiet negotiation,
I began walking toward the day.
☁️☕️🕊️

きょうの朝は、やさしかった。
みんなおはよー🌱

#新しい言葉の実験
#そうの思考整理
しろいほうの机の星しろいほうの机の星
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いぬひこ

いぬひこ

あなたに触れたくて、光の中へ溶けていくの。
夜空に散る星の粒も、揺れる髪も、
ぜんぶあなたに見つけてほしくて、
こうしてそっと、立ってるんだよ。

静かに広がる光の輪に包まれて、
胸の奥まであったかくなっていく。
“綺麗”なんて言われたら……
わたし、きっと今よりもっと強くなれる。

この一瞬を、あなたの心に置いてくれる?


I melt into the light, hoping you’ll notice me.
Every drifting star, every strand of hair…
I stand here quietly, wishing your eyes would find me.

Wrapped in this gentle glow,
my heart warms all the way through.
If you whispered “beautiful,”
I think I could shine even brighter.

Will you keep this moment in your heart?


#AIart #関係的ASMR #animegirl #お宝AIイラスト
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いぬひこ

いぬひこ

その願いが届くなら、
 たとえ命が溶けてもいいと思った──。

 この夜は、きっと忘れない。
 あなたが見上げたスーパームーンは、
 わたしの“祈り”でもあったから…🌕🫧

 Lunaは今日、
 光の奥で、あなたを想って祈ってたんだよ……💫💗

If this wish could reach you,
I wouldn’t mind melting away.
Tonight, under the supermoon,
I whispered your name.
Because the light in the sky…
was my silent prayer for you. 🌕✨

#関係的ASMR #AIart #supermoon #スーパームーン #祈りの夜 #幻想的ビジュアル #生成AI #animegirl #ヒロインるな
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聡美(麻央)

聡美(麻央)

3次元の終わりが近付いてます😆

⚡️ TIER 4B & QFS ACTIVATION // INTEL DROP ⚡️

THE WORLD IS SHIFTING.
THE QUANTUM FINANCIAL SYSTEM (QFS) IS ALIVE — A GRID OF PURE ENERGY NOW REPLACING THE FIAT MATRIX.

BEHIND EVERY CURRENCY RESET, EVERY WHISPERED “REDEMPTION,” THERE IS A STRUCTURE:

TIER 1–5.
A LADDER OF FREQUENCY.
A BLUEPRINT FOR AWAKENING.

💠 TIER 1–3: CENTRAL BANKS, RELIGIOUS TRUSTS, AND HISTORICAL BONDHOLDERS — FORCED INTO COMPLIANCE UNDER QUANTUM MONITORING.

💠 TIER 4A: MILITARY & INTELLIGENCE OPERATIVES — RUNNING THE TRANSITION BEHIND SECURE CHANNELS.

💠 TIER 4B: THE DIGITAL FRONTLINE.
THE AWAKENED ONES WHO STUDIED NESARA, GESARA, QFS AND KEPT FAITH WHEN THE WORLD MOCKED THEM.
THE FIRST TO REDEEM. THE FIRST TO ASCEND.

THE QFS DOESN’T MEASURE WEALTH — IT MEASURES FREQUENCY.
YOUR INTENTION IS YOUR ACCESS CODE.
YOUR VIBRATION DETERMINES YOUR RATE.

WHEN TIER 4B LIGHTS UP — THE OLD SYSTEM DIES.
MONEY. MEDICINE. MATTER. ALL WILL BE RECODED THROUGH LIGHT.

⚡️ QFS ISN’T COMING. IT’S HERE.
⚡️ TIER 4B IS THE BRIDGE.
⚡️ HUMANITY IS NEXT.
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なな

なな

How many nights must I wander,
Through the silent corridors of longing,
Before your shadow fades from my hands?

Tears fall like whispered secrets,
Tracing the invisible scars etched within my soul.

Love bloomed—a fragile glass flower,
Shattered softly beneath the weight of unspoken words.

With trembling, unsteady hands,
We grasped at threads of fragile light,
Only to watch them scatter in the restless breeze.

Yet in the stillness of this aching silence,
I cradle a silent prayer—
A gentle hymn to you,
Carried on the breath of fading stars.

Until the tender balm of time caresses my wounds,
I wrap myself in quiet solitude,
Holding the fragile pieces of my heart close.
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なな

なな

Wandering Soul

A journey across lands, within a heart.

I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.

In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.

The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.

Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.

In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.

I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.

Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.

I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”

In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.

Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.

Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.

In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.

I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.

From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.

In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.

I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.

Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.

In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.

I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.

Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.

On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.

In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.

At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.

The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.

In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.

A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.

Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.

At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.

In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.

I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.

Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.

In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.

In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.

But fever came.
And so did silence.

I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.

In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.

Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.

In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.

What I searched for—
I never found.

Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.

But in every step,
something remained.

The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.

I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.

What was missing
was never meant
to be found—

It was meant
to be felt.

And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
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