🤩🤩. ⤿ “ .. locket of blooms entombed
          | in crystal breathes of hours
          | when hands once trembled
          | to name what heart knew🫗🫗
          |                    true ..🤩🤩
 
                    ...

  “To labour for love is
to kindle grace with
cracked hands..”🤩🤩

                                                ...
  

                   🤩🤩── Such moments
                   murmurs draped in

🤩🤩💋

                                 saffron
                  hush | 🤩🤩 ⋅ dissolve like
                  camphor on tongue, swift
                                        yet sacred..


🤩🤩🤩