Diaphanous | poetry ✓

↬ A weird paradox

❝ ancient ❞

and i want to convince you that there's no drop of peculiarity engraved into my soul, just a mere walking shadow stirred by melancholic wind. there isn't much to know about me. a damsel with ordinarity, surrounded by regrets with splash of fantasy. a queen in making, who is stubborn in every aspect blinded by worldly biases. even if this moment will fly, she'll still want to relive it, one more time because her obsession with past is of strange world. a rusted oak leaf in summer, swept by chilling oceanic wind. thus, the fond of chase of sunset since childhood mixing red and yellow resulting into orange skies. lemon freshness entwined to vintage smell. there is sense of antiquity in each cell of her existence— haunting and alluring at the same time.

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