What’s your favorite word?
In the quiet where the moonlight weaves,
Where night exhales and the spirit believes,
A single word begins to rise—
A spark of dawn in shadowed skies.
Possible.
It drips like gold through unseen streams,
Unsealing doors, unbinding dreams.
No edge can hold, no rule contain
The fire that hums within your vein.
Each step you take rewrites the air,
A secret path that wasn’t there.
Mountains bow, the stars realign—
The universe becomes the sign.
Possible.
A sacred word, a spell you keep,
It wakes the earth from ancient sleep.
And when you speak it, loud and true,
The world itself will move for you.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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