drops of marvelous imaginations have created a river of unfulfilled fantasies. notwithstanding its tranquility, i might let myself drown in it—in the thoughts about the rebirth of my monochromatic and lusterless self.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
