She walks
across the bridge
of dreams
over the slough
of broken hearts
Her parasol
of crimson
covers love
that comes
in fits and starts
But her lovers
know the truth
with exogenous words
they still impart.


~Art~

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The cold would be sloughed off our shoulders where tomorrow's morning spills; and gravity would take us to a home away from home where the only things falling from the skies are rain, snow, and petals softer than silk. 5

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Gold rush

We see the sorrow of tomorrow
that stops the of raindrops
from falling and so
present to mend a heart of gold.
✍🏽#vss365

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Appreciate life even if it's not perfect.

Happiness is not fullment of what we wish for.
But a appreciation of what we have.

🌷


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Your wristwatch ticked as a deluge of hydrangeas bloomed in our hearts—a quintessential restoration after years of walking through rusted gardens settled beneath strangers' heavy shoes. 2

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It's about soul
how they are entwined
by Almighty
sometime it's revealed
n sometimes
it's secret love

an eternal forever love
beyond time space n distance

way I am loving u since births!

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I'm lost
My wild child
Has found me
Under the fallen sun
Painted vivid colors
Of my kaleidoscope mind
Chasing feral winds
Along the edge
Of my littoral divide
Between real &imagined
Diving to the ocean
Of fictional worlds
Following the sinuous
Of creation

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When it was time for capricious skies to welcome our constellations, we'd stand at the littoral to watch the sea become Sun's womb again, our eyes ready to be ensnared by the stars' content twinkling on small ripples. 1

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littoral dragons
playing fast as her
pearl oyster can spin
seaweed tendrils dance
verdant ribbons of
magical sea rhythm
capricious mermaids
jealousy eschew
conch marmalade and
water their cactus to
to see it wither away

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"Meet my highly intelligent bird. She loves reading and helps highlight all unnecessary longueurs in these awful submissions. Such finesse in that wing-work. Forgo the blue ones."
"Those are mine."
"Oh. Dreadful."

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"I had an insatiable appetite for rolling in mud when I was your age. Grandpop's farm had plenty of it," Mama said, her eyes lighting up the room. "The secret to happiness is being you—& avoiding man-made insects."

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Books are going to become very precious!
This much I know
my own

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An old woman with a beak for a mouth and talons for fingers answered the door. “Hello child. I’ve been waiting.”

“Who are you?” asked Amelia.

“I am the Catcher. I safeguard your most secret thoughts on the Tree Of Wishes.”


Pictures: Pixabay: DarkWorkX

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a tiny girl with a tiny crown
Was the mayor of a tiny town.
Bored and wanting to flee
She caught a ride with a
She'd only known "up" and now there was "down".



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深夜組vSSではヴェクさんがご参戦くださった感謝!
そして月に苔あれ!

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