౨ৎ Stories's Poetry : in a dark room, writing a few words silently. whispering warmly about the words that will escape, in the mind so heart. gaps are visible, beautiful sides and there is a dancing piano.

accompanying every word that is seen, as if every word is dancing happily. so beautiful, until the pen runs out, the paper is again seen full of stories ( 17/01 ) 🤍 ⠢ ◌ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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00 .. DARKEST, EDINBURGH. ꢢ

❥ .. ⻩⻨ panoramic view of the beauty of the city where I was born and raised, city hustle and bustle, mail delivery 𔐼 goes back and forth, crowded vehicles adventurous ִ↺

   ／      𐚈 :          beautiful  moon  that  lit  up  brightly  atmosphere

    in  the  midst  of  a  crowd  of  strangers,
     I  will  always  find  you  in  one  place.                                                                     
          LANES GROW NARROW | .. 🎥
                 (&“ WHERE..? ───II.
          LONGING        :      BREATHES 

  

                                                               
                                                          ...

                         Ash falls gently upon
                         cobblestone catching
                         on collarbones like
                         forgotten vows.

   SHADOWS—WRITE EPILOGUES NO
       (..)       ONE “READS ALOUD..

                                                               
                                        •••                               

             (' You linger still? ')
              ('  I never left.    ')
  And yet.. within every fog : smeared
   pane, a question waits where your
                     shape once stood..?

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XXI ’&─── ['Wilted shadows linger
                        'neath..] the velvet
                       curve of each petal
                       lilies that bow not in
                       shyness, but sorrowful
                       grace.

             🖋              |     ••     |            🎥

               ’LACED IN | MONOCHROME’
               they murmur tales of
                once bloomed fervor now
                tethered to still stems, as
                though love too can forget
                its colour.
                                                           •••

ⓘ────🗝

                   

                  

              🂺 ...('CRIMSON ONCE DWELT')
                    once dwelt where now
                    pallor reigns beauty
                   subdued | ••• haunting in its
                    restraint