ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
    since endure vouguish the 
     ─── 𓍯 white-bloom development regarding 


i, nevertheless enthrallment
revolving door exhausted since his childhood
continue authentic sad and has a autobiography
since traumatized him enough immediately
upon she was little. ✉︎🤍𓆸𓍯


[ nevertheless & 𓆸 ── white-gentle ]
revolving door exhausted since his


| childhood continue authentic sad and 
| has a autobiography since 
| traumatized him enough immediately 
| upon        she      was      little. 


technique immediately upon a reporter
cross  examine (backward a historical
novel of hushlight)    🫖
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
   opal–quill girl 𓆸𓍯✉︎ — once
  introduced as the softborn heir
  of pale folklore, drifting across
  pages like a white petal uncreased
  by any inheritance.

    〔  …  〕


she carried no ties to grand theatres
[01·24] marked the quiet moment
she discovered her voice belonged
to linen mornings and milk dipped
reveries, not to any echoing stage.


ㅤㅤㅤ(Poetry— Light.) ᡴꪫ‎ 🪷
ㅤㅤ𓇼 .. poemist:  라일락.


                              love poetalia
                              love amethie
                              loveㅤㅤlost


promises ✉︎𓆸 into that galaxy
for only a petal-pure heart
could keep someone that quiet
wide awake in its orbit.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
  OPAL MAIDEN WHITEBOUND VERSE
        🪷  (&)      𓍯✉︎𓏭
        chaplet of dawnlight
       lay upon her shoulders like
       a hush-born crown 𓇬
       not forged for battle,
       but for softness she carries
       as if it were celestial.
──────────────────


she traded the sharp click
of loud evenings
for moonlit slippers
white, silken, meadow-stitched ✧
crafted by hands that understood
quiet miracles better than grandeur.


         |   in this alabaster realm,
         |   she became the soft
         |   spectacle
         |   not fashioned from riches,
         |   but from serenity refined
         |   into its purest shape


✉︎   she is not the center of attention
she is the center of stillness,
the rare kind that arrives softly
and stays.   🫖
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ