ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ[ blissfull love, poem 008. ]
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤday—by—day.
ㅤhow each passing day can
ㅤeither divide or bring us much
ㅤcloser. seemingly creating a
ㅤsomewhat perfect ㅤbalance
ㅤbetween us, two halves of a
ㅤwhole, each. complementing
ㅤthe other in the ways no else
ㅤcan.
(and over the specks of dust and rose-colored evenings, in the melancholic) fate of soliloquy. yet as wretched as her soul be, her very first breath was, “have mercy.” though their signposts lead to 더 많은 장애물
그리고 랜드마크는 족쇄 into miserable, its fractures into a blissful wonder in place of stars for faded luster.
ㅤㅤㅤ[ blissfull love, poem 008. ]
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤday—by—day.
🥕⛲️🛒
ㅤhow each passing day can
ㅤeither divide or bring us much
ㅤcloser. seemingly creating a
ㅤsomewhat perfect ㅤbalance
ㅤbetween us, two halves of a
ㅤwhole, each. complementing
ㅤthe other in the ways no else
ㅤcan.
(and over the specks of dust and rose-colored evenings, in the melancholic) fate of soliloquy. yet as wretched as her soul be, her very first breath was, “have mercy.” though their signposts lead to 더 많은 장애물
그리고 랜드마크는 족쇄 into miserable, its fractures into a blissful wonder in place of stars for faded luster.
