~ to belong / as we hurtle ~

fleeting immortals © epiphxnies 2021

Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]

winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.

╚»★«╝ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ╚»★«╝ //𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚// 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓰𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ I often wonder if I'm too ambitious about my passion or it's just those intoxicating stars above your head.... ☆｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆