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౨ৎ 📨 beneath a rose–washed hush of eventide where muted cherry haze drifted in slow pirouettes across the pale horizon her voice spilled like silk dewy
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ㅤㅤ📄\ soft, nectar-tined, and shimmering
ㅤㅤ with a quiet ache each breath a
ㅤㅤ petal loosened from an unseen
ㅤㅤ bloomfalling steeped in candied ♡ . 📖
ㅤㅤ blush and satin-sweet melancholy
ㅤㅤfloated through the warm air like a
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౨ৎ 📨 beneath a rose–washed hush of eventide where muted cherry haze drifted in slow pirouettes across the pale horizon her voice spilled like silk dewy
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ📄\ soft, nectar-tined, and shimmering
ㅤㅤ with a quiet ache each breath a
ㅤㅤ petal loosened from an unseen
ㅤㅤ bloomfalling steeped in candied ♡ . 📖
ㅤㅤ blush and satin-sweet melancholy
ㅤㅤfloated through the warm air like a
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤribboned reverie stitched with ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤpowdered-sugar longing and
ㅤㅤㅤ faint traces of apricot dusk.
the world, for a moment, gentled itself around her a pastel trance where time folded inward and pulsed in soft pink tremors of stillness gentle candy poet's ✱.
VI.// 🪷 a hush of rose-tinted noon, the world felt briefly weightless soft gleams drifting over my skin like pale petals rehearsing their descent. amour! 𐀶 there was a sweetness in the air, the kind that lingers before it speaks a quiet hum spun from warm milk light and the faint perfume of blossoming hours. (♥️)
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ㅤㅤㅤribboned reverie stitched with ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤpowdered-sugar longing and
ㅤㅤㅤ faint traces of apricot dusk.
the world, for a moment, gentled itself around her a pastel trance where time folded inward and pulsed in soft pink tremors of stillness gentle candy poet's ✱.
VI.// 🪷 a hush of rose-tinted noon, the world felt briefly weightless soft gleams drifting over my skin like pale petals rehearsing their descent. amour! 𐀶 there was a sweetness in the air, the kind that lingers before it speaks a quiet hum spun from warm milk light and the faint perfume of blossoming hours. (♥️)
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Forwarded from ♥️/Sugar-Tinted Reverie ✿ ˚✉️
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day as though it were a fragile stanza
each moment a blush-kissed syllable,
each breath a faint watercolor folded [✉️]
between the calm and the almost.
. ౨ৎ 🪽 my heart settled into a slow unfurling-gentle as though learning again what tenderness tastes like time drifted in soft curls around me gathering all its pink secrets into my palms and for a little while the universe felt stitched together with silk-warm poetry.
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day as though it were a fragile stanza
each moment a blush-kissed syllable,
each breath a faint watercolor folded [✉️]
between the calm and the almost.
. ౨ৎ 🪽 my heart settled into a slow unfurling-gentle as though learning again what tenderness tastes like time drifted in soft curls around me gathering all its pink secrets into my palms and for a little while the universe felt stitched together with silk-warm poetry.
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ㅤ𐚁. arrangement of the poemㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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è. morning with the chirping of canaries while writing the meaning of a poem from a title “daydream” a series of poems，meaning &. wound.
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è. morning with the chirping of canaries while writing the meaning of a poem from a title “daydream” a series of poems，meaning &. wound.
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📬 “whispers drift like pastel dawn, soft truths hiding in the folds of morning air.cup the daylight gently, letting its warmth stitch itself between my fingers
&. quiet skies hum in pale lilac stories breathing through small pauses; wander through them lightly, as if every step could brighten the shy horizon. ✉️
ㅤㅤㅤin the hush of early light
ㅤㅤㅤthe world feels borrowed and
ㅤㅤㅤ feather-thin; cradle its calm
ㅤㅤㅤin my pockets, saving it for the
ㅤㅤㅤ minutes that forget how to glow.
📬 “whispers drift like pastel dawn, soft truths hiding in the folds of morning air.cup the daylight gently, letting its warmth stitch itself between my fingers
&. quiet skies hum in pale lilac stories breathing through small pauses; wander through them lightly, as if every step could brighten the shy horizon. ✉️
ㅤㅤㅤin the hush of early light
ㅤㅤㅤthe world feels borrowed and
ㅤㅤㅤ feather-thin; cradle its calm
ㅤㅤㅤin my pockets, saving it for the
ㅤㅤㅤ minutes that forget how to glow.
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