ㅤ            ౨ৎ  arenio's - a poet of poetry.. 🪽

✱    tranquillity: sitting on the porch of the house with a glass of tea and pen and paper in hand, carving letter by letter creating a beautiful and meaningful poem.

  t.me/pongsapajk's you are the most beautiful color in my palette of life ──── 🪷 𓂃

Life is a poem that never finishes, that always makes me want to write more, and makes me feel alive in the midst of the poetry i'm writing..♡

polaroid albums are stored, lined up with a pile of thick-books on a shelf in the corner of the room.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ📁ㅤ 🪽ㅤ .ೃ࿔

if you want to ask for pitch on hymn & scented candles, send a letter using a white dove. 🕊🪷 ౨ৎ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤBoundless, Broken Heart. 🫀 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

(23:10) Only few a question yond hath kept repeating itself, while gaze how his love did dance happily, with another sir who did snatch his luck, replacing his position, and others, ; untold story.

So as far as his eyes could see, he'd only feel how their hands tightly entwine, and the happy smiles on their faces couldn't be avoided. They're good, obviously, 'nd none cares about his own feeling except himself. Still crispin' up on their backburner.

🏷 . . . A feeling where the heat symbolized by fire burning bright, in a special space deep in his heart. 'Nd he didn't know what to do, because in his eyes, their happiness stands above all else, even if it's trample on his own feelings.

Countless times he realized that their hearts were not meant for him, ── And, he couldn't back down, running like a mad, at fuckin 1 a.m, just because they burst into tears.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

«ᝰ.» ───── dalam lembar takdir yang tertulis oleh tangan semesta, kisah kita terukir dalam aksara abadi—tak pudar oleh waktu, tak luruh oleh lupa.

ᐟ 🎥” bait-bait syairku adalah sanggraha ingatan, manik-manik rasa yang kusematkan dalam puspa kata, agar cinta ini tak sirna meski tubuh remuk di pelukan senja. laksana shloka dalam naskah purba, kau dan aku menjelma aksara yang menolak fana, mengalun dalam kidung yang tak mengenal noktah. biarlah semesta menelan ragaku, biarlah waktu meluruhkan daging dan tulangku [tetapi di setiap guratan puisi] kau akan tetap ada—sebagai rasa yang tak terganti, sebagai jiwa yang tak terbagi [5/8] 🖊

౨ৎ I still amass the letters that have been
sent and stacked in a small cardboard box.
appreciating someone's writing means a lot,
I always apprehend the letter over and over
again while listening to music. 📨🎵

ㅤ౨ৎ  … candlelit middle ‹3 ♥️🪷
           𑣿. love letter! serenity love, beautiful open flower petals. love letter for you, darling. make our love story the most memorable. ✱

                   seraphim – love! ✱

  ﹙..26/12.﹚’☻ lullaby that soothes
   the heart. my heart poured out and a
   beautiful song was whispered.

   the kindness boy : Tàveera Arenio Maharja 🐶🤍

the watercourse flows 🪷✉️
peacefully, formerly quiet but at this moment awakened
by the chirping of birds singing the sounds of the earth.
       each undertones: unfolding
ㅤㅤslowly embraced in─grace
ㅤㅤeverlasting, pure and deep
ㅤㅤlike the serene grace of the
ㅤㅤgarbera daisy in full bloom.
ㅤㅤit may not always be seen
ㅤㅤbut it creates miracles in its
ㅤㅤquiet way 🪷³⁷
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