✿ .. In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, where thoughts coil like serpents of molten gold, there blooms a sorrow both exquisite and infinite. (Loved) It rises, a tide of amber fire, licking the boundaries of my consciousness, yet leaving a sweetness behind — as if grief itself were a rare perfume distilled from the petals of the impossible.

ㅤㅤMy heart, beloved and trembling,
ㅤㅤdrinks in the gentle murmur of
ㅤㅤthe wind threading through
ㅤㅤrose-laden branches, carrying
ㅤㅤsecrets older than time itself. 9/1

ㅤㅤis someone telling me don't get
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤin the water?

ㅤㅤRoses murmur secrets to the
ㅤㅤwandering breeze, and jasmine
ㅤㅤtwines itself around memory like
ㅤㅤa gentle embrace. In this
ㅤㅤquietude, time seems to fold,
ㅤㅤleaving only the sweet ache of
ㅤㅤpresence, the delicate perfume of longing, and the tender brush of sunlight upon my heart. ♡

ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe garden breathes in serenity, and every petal, kissed by the lingering dew, whispers the name of the beloved.

ii. Even across the wandering winds, I shall find your face, beloved, like a rose that rises through mist and memory, t.me/iPgbangD

   And yet you are so dearly loved, yet not a single note of your voice unfurled to kiss the air with its whisper (&.)