𑣿 i write in the hush between heartbeats,
where words are softer than breath.
here, every line is a quiet lantern,
  casting light not to banish darkness but to reveal the gentle shapes it holds. 🫖 there is no rush here—only the slow unfolding . ⁺ .
of thoughts like petals at dawn. ౨ৎ

     ──  may these small verses rest in your palms
       like wildflowers gathered on an unhurried walk
       their fragrance lingering long after the page closes. 🪷✉️

⁺ . 장미 my poetry: lives in quiet corners where coffee cools  
  beside unread books,
where dusk rests its head on    
     🐏 ── rooftops,
      │where your sigh means you’ve finally let go.
    t.me/darcienne

( &. ) it’s the voice you hear when you close your eyes— gentle, patient, unafraid of pauses. 🪽🍽
i write to remember that the  world is not always cruel, ⓘ
   that there is grace in small gestures:
the lending of a coat, the sharing of silence,
the steady warmth of a held hand.
      these lines are my way of reaching for you across the quiet spaces,
to remind you that softness survives even here, even now. ୨୧ 🧷🪷
read on, if you need proof.

𝑓. I shall bestow this magnificent volume upon those refined souls who harbor an unyielding devotion to the art of literature &’── 🐏🪷