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29 Jan 2023
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🧺🧺🧺🧺🧺🧺
💌 ⋆ : whispering mine own faraway
ㅤㅤ rhapsody to every ear that wanteth
ㅤㅤ to knoweth a symphony ... ♫︎
ㅤㅤ rhapsody to every ear that wanteth
ㅤㅤ to knoweth a symphony ... ♫︎
🧺🧺🧺🧺🧺🧺
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ : nadeeba 🌷
ㅤㅤㅤ
𑁍 ᮫࣭ #nona ︙THE LANDETH OF DREAMS
ㅤㅤTHAT EVERY DREAMETH'R DREAMS
ㅤㅤOF BELONGS TO THE DEAREST WHO
ㅤㅤIS'T DREAMS OF T THE MOST ୨ִֶָ୧
ㅤㅤ🕊the birds w're singing: their pinion to the right and to the hath left did flap beautifully ov'r the sleep chamber of daffodils yond w're in full bloom. the petals art 'range in the sunset lighteth, the edges art yellow gold liketh the travelling lamp ov'rhead but the dots art p'rfectly 'range as if 't be true those gents art about to sinketh. green leaves yearn f'r the raindrops in springeth.
ㅤㅤmine own wench is running to and fro 🧚♀. her hairline flutt'r'd liketh a buttocks'rfly in a meadow. swaying while being hath carried by the breeze. the bone-white fabric did hug her figure, enveloping her quite quaint corse heavenly. blues liketh s'rene waves ad'rn'd her slend'r forks, adding jewel'ry to her fairy tale princess-like existence. on the visage f'rm'd constant lines did paint to enhanceth the silhouette. quite quaint exposure in the middle of the meadow: enchanting every w'rd. the fairyland paintings art broken by the leaves's harmony ... ⭑
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—🦋🐥
𑁍 ᮫࣭ #nona ︙THE LANDETH OF DREAMS
ㅤㅤTHAT EVERY DREAMETH'R DREAMS
ㅤㅤOF BELONGS TO THE DEAREST WHO
ㅤㅤIS'T DREAMS OF T THE MOST ୨ִֶָ୧
ㅤㅤ🕊the birds w're singing: their pinion to the right and to the hath left did flap beautifully ov'r the sleep chamber of daffodils yond w're in full bloom. the petals art 'range in the sunset lighteth, the edges art yellow gold liketh the travelling lamp ov'rhead but the dots art p'rfectly 'range as if 't be true those gents art about to sinketh. green leaves yearn f'r the raindrops in springeth.
ㅤㅤmine own wench is running to and fro 🧚♀. her hairline flutt'r'd liketh a buttocks'rfly in a meadow. swaying while being hath carried by the breeze. the bone-white fabric did hug her figure, enveloping her quite quaint corse heavenly. blues liketh s'rene waves ad'rn'd her slend'r forks, adding jewel'ry to her fairy tale princess-like existence. on the visage f'rm'd constant lines did paint to enhanceth the silhouette. quite quaint exposure in the middle of the meadow: enchanting every w'rd. the fairyland paintings art broken by the leaves's harmony ... ⭑
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—🦋🐥
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Channel name was changed to «ʚ:ɞ the dove flash upon the bliss of my pleasured heart.»
🧡 ︙melodious ♫︎
ㅤㅤa glimpse of the beauty of a
ㅤㅤlife is full of merriment:
ㅤㅤexploring the romance of life on
ㅤㅤthe verge of inner frays trying to
ㅤㅤhalcyon down 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 { ୫ }
ㅤㅤa glimpse of the beauty of a
ㅤㅤlife is full of merriment:
ㅤㅤexploring the romance of life on
ㅤㅤthe verge of inner frays trying to
ㅤㅤhalcyon down 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 { ୫ }
2/2/22
𑁍 ᮫࣭ #nona ︙
ㅤthe path was silently gloom, the goddess selene🌙 dimly illuminating the treads did arrange beneath her own feet. a myst'rious soundeth is did create in harmony with the leaves, twigs yond moveth with the night windeth: those gents moveth in a gentle floweth. the beameth of lighteth hath seemed to beest filt'ring through the many gaps in the trees. leaving a soft dim lighteth yond gives pointer. yond night all thoughts of life and feareth becameth one in her own mind. an eyeless hole hadst f'rm'd through her own self-creat'd emptiness, f'rming an ocean abyss as deep as a trough with nay lighteth penetrating into t. doth thee very much knoweth what hurts more? the feareth of a world not doing well envelop'd me.
ㅤas if 't be true falsing on the grass wast the only way to taketh ov'r the humour, she did start to doth t. the labyrinthine desire was construe 🕊. then f'r the umpteenth timeth, yond eerie yet intoxicating humour did start to cometh. ease, yond's how i feeleth. t wast as if 't be true eirene wast stroking the top of her own headeth, and embracing her own whole corse warmly. in the endeth, at which hour the peace cameth, all yond wast hath left wast a humour of pride in t. because not hoping f'r aught is the most lasting f'rm of peace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—🧺🧺🧺
ㅤthe path was silently gloom, the goddess selene🌙 dimly illuminating the treads did arrange beneath her own feet. a myst'rious soundeth is did create in harmony with the leaves, twigs yond moveth with the night windeth: those gents moveth in a gentle floweth. the beameth of lighteth hath seemed to beest filt'ring through the many gaps in the trees. leaving a soft dim lighteth yond gives pointer. yond night all thoughts of life and feareth becameth one in her own mind. an eyeless hole hadst f'rm'd through her own self-creat'd emptiness, f'rming an ocean abyss as deep as a trough with nay lighteth penetrating into t. doth thee very much knoweth what hurts more? the feareth of a world not doing well envelop'd me.
ㅤas if 't be true falsing on the grass wast the only way to taketh ov'r the humour, she did start to doth t. the labyrinthine desire was construe 🕊. then f'r the umpteenth timeth, yond eerie yet intoxicating humour did start to cometh. ease, yond's how i feeleth. t wast as if 't be true eirene wast stroking the top of her own headeth, and embracing her own whole corse warmly. in the endeth, at which hour the peace cameth, all yond wast hath left wast a humour of pride in t. because not hoping f'r aught is the most lasting f'rm of peace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—🧺🧺🧺
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ : hafsin 🥛
꒰࣪ ˖ I'll dance upon the heart with pleasure fills 👼 ♫︎࣪ ˖꒱
𑁍 ᮫࣭ #nona ︙“she wast fallen stardust.” 🧺
ㅤ
ㅤfluttering, twirled, wingding
ㅤㅤamong the breeze. 'long the
ㅤㅤshores of the bay: snaking in
ㅤㅤthe grassy banks. adolescent
ㅤㅤplayeth around the dram fairies
ㅤㅤcharm dusteth.
parts of her hadst been enshielf hence. she owned the smileth liketh a pottrayal of the buttocks'rfly nebula, the power she wield'd wast liketh a supernova. those two dazzling irises w're liketh the bleaming rays of sirius' lighteth. a big hath surreptitious seemed to beest embedd'd in the extremity of her benevolence heart. those gents sayeth she is the parody of Nyx🌕, but in her heart lies the soul of aeth'r. quiddity graceful liketh yond of Aphrodite's daught'r who is't transf'rm'd into an alluring dram wench 🧚♀. apollo's melody coequal overshadowed every w'rd her spake. essences wast liketh a Canis maj'r. Values h'r solitude until she doesn't. her quietude wast keep on eye on till she doesn't careth. drops of sorrow of eyes: a saccharinity of the sph're. the quite quaint and bewildering poetry inside her shal not describeth by words.
— 🥛🥛🥛
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ㅤfluttering, twirled, wingding
ㅤㅤamong the breeze. 'long the
ㅤㅤshores of the bay: snaking in
ㅤㅤthe grassy banks. adolescent
ㅤㅤplayeth around the dram fairies
ㅤㅤcharm dusteth.
parts of her hadst been enshielf hence. she owned the smileth liketh a pottrayal of the buttocks'rfly nebula, the power she wield'd wast liketh a supernova. those two dazzling irises w're liketh the bleaming rays of sirius' lighteth. a big hath surreptitious seemed to beest embedd'd in the extremity of her benevolence heart. those gents sayeth she is the parody of Nyx🌕, but in her heart lies the soul of aeth'r. quiddity graceful liketh yond of Aphrodite's daught'r who is't transf'rm'd into an alluring dram wench 🧚♀. apollo's melody coequal overshadowed every w'rd her spake. essences wast liketh a Canis maj'r. Values h'r solitude until she doesn't. her quietude wast keep on eye on till she doesn't careth. drops of sorrow of eyes: a saccharinity of the sph're. the quite quaint and bewildering poetry inside her shal not describeth by words.
— 🥛🥛🥛
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ : ainona 🐈
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAi•no•na
/ei-nahnah/
愛 (ai) "love, affection"
nona "young girl"
/ei-nahnah/
愛 (ai) "love, affection"
nona "young girl"
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ㅤㅤㅤ୨ִֶָ୧ i wast enchanted with thy presence walks down the path. seeing thee creates a serenity without a reasoneth gleaming in mine own heart. the sequest'r'd nooks in mine own soul is over because thy quite quaint irises w're behold at me sincerely ... ﻬ 🎠
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