[ introduction ]
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as the manuscript's prophecy was drawn,
i wept, i shattered, i faltered.
resurrected as a new dawn,
i will come, i will see, i will conquer.
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hello -- for the first time, or once again. it's been a while, my loves!
my name is vie, and i shall be your author today. welcome to the third entry in my series of poetry; my heart goes out to you, and i thank you deeply.
❛ alto symphonies ❜ is my tertiary book. just like adventures in misfortune and monday's child, my previous works, this is a collection of original poetry and prose. these are works of literature written when i was fifteen, majority of which are based on my personal life and experiences.
i hope you enjoy reading. don't forget to comment + vote! just please be respectful in the comments, and constructive criticism is very much appreciated. kindly keep in mind that i am a minor.
here's to us -- the fools who love, grieve, and dream!
ʟօʋɛ,
𝒱.𝐸.
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[ tw: some chapters may contain heavy topics ]
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" . . . i guess a lesser woman would have lost hope,
a greater woman wouldn't beg,
but i looked to the sky and said,
'please, i've been on my knees,
change the prophecy . . . "
₍🕊₎ ..⃗. ꒰ 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 09.13.2024 ꒱
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[15] - alto symphonies.
Poesia𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥. original poetry i wrote at fifteen.