Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
its a presence, a language only the eyes can translate, it simply is
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the light—a whispered echo lingering like a truth once known, now faint, familiar, yet always returning
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the world leans, autumnal and ripe, as if holding its breath. The earth absorbing what’s left unspoken
icantgetabreak76:
I ponder my life as if it were a petal of a rose.
anandaheart resident:
Zelda
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
beneath the scaffold of clothing, like fieldstone cloaked in moss, lies the self that no other hand lays claim to
ByrneDarkly-www.tartiste.com:
cavalier
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
a stillness older than touch, a weight you’ve always borne but never named
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
this world is a vast unwritten canvas, and you are the brush, the ink, the dreamer—
Mr. Wainwright:
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anandaheart resident:
Yeva and Lamarr
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you feel it, don’t you. That trembling, that soft whisper of more—
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
and still, you stand. You search, you breathe, you become what you cannot hold
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you stand there, caught in The Between, the space where memory ebbs
Salt Peppermint:
Got the Juice
Sherlyndrea:
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Sherlyndrea:
Renaissance Festival - Royals
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
memory is a mirage, shifting as you near it— and still, it lives.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
no head, no ego. Not a whisper of judgment
Roman Thomas:
Lady don´t Hurt me!
Honey Gladsong:
All That Glitters
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anandaheart resident:
Edith
Skye McLeod Fairywren, Blogger:
Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” ~ Plato
icantgetabreak76:
Fairy Tale
anandaheart resident:
Renaissance
