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Anna Bil

Anna Bil

Poetry for healing Soul ... STH:)

Moonlit Sparks in Office…

2 min readNov 26, 2025

Ann in Moonlit… :)

You see... “moon ascends... as office lights dim softly and low...”
Your tears, like quiet rivers, trace secrets that only shadows know
Lingering over work, with sharp thoughts and eyes that you hide, hide, hide
Harboring STH: hidden in every solitary night.

Your heartbeats keep hidden cadences: tender and austere…
People and sorrows changed her… or caused “Could you reappear?”…
No one has noticed the fire she has held.
Crafting her STH where no story is told.

Hours drip like winter’s cold rain, gentle, slow, and deep
Her cries, only like today’s stars, may keep;
And in the moon’s pale vigil, she fashions STH from pain.
Even though I'm not sure, will they notice? Will remain?

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Wandering through silent halls, where no voices rise,
Gathering every fragment the indifferent world denies;
Her mind is a latticework of thoughts and soul—true flame
Each tear is a solemn testament to why and what people didn't claim.

No warm words are sent to her, even though she used to send people it just to support and extend in “some closed rooms” someone’s name
She doesn’t seek “empty people" anymore, recognizing who and why can be the only source of her flame
Those who read this poetry woven in her ways…
See the smallest part of pain or strength caused and now entwined with STH that patiently stays.

Even unacknowledged, cloaked in hours cold and long,
Her tears become crucible where steadfast courage grows strong.
Advancing through moonlit and endless skies,
Luminous and unclaimed... and maybe recognized in the future as worth of being or wise, strong, lone, and wise...

Through all the silent sorrows, she claims her private dawn.
Where logic met lyric or vice versa, and STH in her has been drawn.
Her STH looks like constellation forged from longing, thought, and "Who? -None."
Unclaimed... or as she says, “STH is the only way to my 'I'm on my own'... and no place for any semitone."

(© Anna Bilovus, 2025)

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Anna Bil
Anna Bil

Written by Anna Bil

Poetry for healing Soul ... STH:)