❝a rustic array of verses that whisper themselves through the centuries and into our souls.❞
☾︎ a poetic escapism; bringing stories from the windermere library in my mind, to you.
-m.h.
☾︎ hr :
1 in poetry,
1 in poems,
1 in poesia.
☾ a rustic array of verses that whisper themselves through the centuries, and into the shallow depths of my heart. i will write until the sun meets the moon, i will write until the poet dies too soon.
☾︎ the swords i wield get stronger with every scar on my skin. beware, i may very well win.
-m.
𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :
☾︎ to those people who in the midst of laughter and familiar faces, feel secluded and desolated. this one is for all of us.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂 :
scathing Saturn rings or so Celestia says treacherous with thought layla deadlier dreams handsome boys darling moonrise tripwire trail of tragic grief blue mountains white daisies dear ma the last days the wind falls on sumer's misery a candlelight vigilant tragedies and escapades dear you ocean skips a heartbeat 'tis the frost message in a bottle jungle cries before i know it sky as mine the thirteenth day of october a late sunday
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NOTE :
the '☾︎' moon symbol depicts different verses in the poem, among which there will be parts for emphasis on different themes in one verse— but consider it as one only.
(in other words, the number of moons depict the number of verses i intended for the poem, and the parts in each verse are for emphasis on different themes).
𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 :
☾︎ all the work in this book is the rightful property of the author. all translations, distributions, useage, replications, reproductions, and everything with similar aims and objectives is strictly prohibited for commercial and non-commercial uses. kindly ahere to this principle.
so, write your own stuff :).
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