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𝗴 𝗿 𝗮 𝘁 𝗲 𝗳 𝘂 𝗹

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I and me

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I said my love was like the ocean

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> SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND?

> ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐ

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paper frog

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jshknsv ?! ? . ! ok…

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by the word

? . . . 🖊️

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? . . . 🖊️

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the watering can

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. . .

When the sun goes,

don't borrow no sorrow

Grieve if must, but do not rot

for the are more seasons to come

So lay and rest

And sleep in peace.

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The Burrow

When the winter comes,

hollow out your burrow

Go in the dark, in its warmth,

and curl into the soil

Then lay and rest

and move no limb.

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The Burrow

When the winter comes,

hollow out your burrow

Go in the dark, in its warmth,

and curl into the soil

Then lay and rest

and move no limb.

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12:49 PM

Morning

The rooster crows under the clouded skies,

mimicking the call for a dawn that has now passed.

The window greets me with a morning long gone.

Solemn, in all its zephyr.

Gentle, and undeservingly so.

“Good morning,”

The breeze whispers.

A greeting and a lie, but not out of ill.

“Did you rest well?”

… I linger in the thought. For a routine made to find such, I now seem to have none.

“My chest feels tight,” I admit.

“My breath hitches each beat,

for I have tired myself.“

The trees bow in listening.

“I have stretched the night longer than it was meant to last. And in doing so, I have lost you.”

The breeze stills. The clouds set.

And somewhere in the distance,

the rooster crows again.

“Your lateness is not a loss.”

Its words swept me in its sigh. A pity for seeing me hopeless when the day has just begun. And oh, how justified was it to sigh.

“The rest of me does not vanish

simply because you missed my first breath.

Yes, you may have rose later than the sun…

But you rose nonetheless.

And what you missed, was only a part of me.”

A faint warmth touched my skin. The day spilled in through the curtains—thin, warm, and forgiving.

My breath slowed. I paid notice to how the room held still under the pale sunlight. Notice to how the afternoon looked too many hours younger…

“Then why come to me as a ghost?” I asked. 
“If I have already missed you, why pretend I haven’t?”

I stood at the windowsill, waiting for an answer. And this time, the wind brushed past me again, now with a hush of quiet. The world past the panes now settled still, the golden sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting a dull blue across the sunlit walls. The morning birds chirp in response.

“So you could wake up.”

The day replied.

“You deserve to see the sun rise,

even if it's only in memory.

You deserve to hear the birds sing,

even if their song finds you late.

You deserve another chance at finding peace.

And if the pale sky of dawn is what you sought for in your wake…

If a good morning is what you hope for…

Then I’ll greet you so.”

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hmmm….

I like poems…

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I like poems…

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✧ Moon Dancer

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I grace the stellar realm. ⁑ ⋆

The stars seem less, ⋆.

+ . but brighter. •.

˚ .

“What a lovely evening. ⋆ ⁑

What say you, my dear admirer?” °

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⋆ ˚ I walk along your circle’s course

and lift my veil to clear my sight.

° ⋆

* “Care to dance +

for one more orbit

⋆ ⁑ And end this eternal night?”

+ “Everything for you, my muse.

* My dear moon. •

My satellite.” ⋆

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“𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?”

First Cyllenei post yay !! And its miscommunication between sisters

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