♡ ˚₊moonlit phrases rest in my palms—
  each one a lullaby touched with paperlight.
  𖠋 a heart folded
into verses,
  tied in hush-ribbons and
hope. 🪷

  words hum in slow bloom,
  & quiet joy becomes a language.
  🪷 soft as candle breath, steady as heart ink. ✉️

⋆｡𓂅 dreams lay folded in petal margins, where quiet smiles are poems. and every thought is dressed in soft tulle light. 🪷 ˖ sighs float like music in slow air

ꕤ poetry held like pressed violets— never loud, but always heard. 🪽 a garden of glances & notes unsent, (written only to be understood ♡.)

whispers fold in muted blush—look closer, and stillness stirs beneath. a velvet breath floats, warm as dawnlight, pressing gently on quiet hearts 🪽:: captured, the hush. rested in petal-grey, endless, in 01.11 AM ♡🕊️

𓏲 carried in petal-inked hush,
where slow whispers hum beneath glassy dawns.
T.me/bookwoums 🪷₊˚ a place where even silence writes something soft.