"It's the smallest of details that leave me in awe. That light up my eyes with radical and pure admiration, that enrich my mind and soften my heart. How the world is so delicate, yet so intricate and beautifully designed. The sophistication and delicacy. The details, the birds chirping in the early morning as they begin their journey, the wrinkles on the faces of the old and the wise, paving their way and telling their story so sincerely. The different shades and hues of the sky, orange, yellow, blue each gracing the canvas that is the huge sky. The cracks in the old buildings, full of memories and nostaliga, the old places, the old times. The feeling of rain gracefully caressing your cheeks as it falls from the heavens. The first sip of coffee on a freezing winter day, warming your frozen soul. Breathing life into your frozen heart. The kiss of a loved one, their embrace, drowning into their chests, taking shelter in their safe haven, savoring in the peace residing within their embrace. The stars, lighting up the sky like Christmas lights, assuring that there's no place for darkness to reside. The details, leaving it's lovely mark on our souls and hearts, the details, eternal and bewitching, a tangible joy, elucidating what no mouth ever can."
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
