summer is a lovely thing, a shimmering smile born of butterfly honey, childhood memories of eternal strawberry sunsets written in glow worm ink on the overgrown walls of my flourishing garden. the fireflies float through the gentle breeze that carresses my honeyed blood-orange gold hair, a tumble of softly smiling silky curls.
summer is a lovely thing.
and it is finally here.
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetry𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 ☆ ☆ ☆ a poetry prose collection of sadness, longing and broken love. ☆ ☆ ☆ "𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞" - 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐞𝐧𝐝...
