ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: HANDWOVEN GEMS (ft. memories)
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--- To all those times when we weren't stressful
To those times we called it our childhood ---
Golden mascaras painted on eyelids,
As memories seep through veins.
River bank sunsets and daisies with dew
Smelt of newly found abode.
Chasing skies of endless dreams
And crossing mulberry trees with verdant leaves.
Time never existed.
With sleepless nights and orions and aquilas.
Crumpled pages of scribbled journals,
And winter full of woven sweaters.
So many stories untold.
Get lost with time in windmills.
And then we saviour moments,
To later weave them into handwoven gems of memories.
A/n ~
sometimes nostalgia refuses to live in my heart so it flows down my cheeks
also, I don't mean to say that I'm done with my childhood. I know I'm still not an adult yet XD
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