Give a chance to your #shadows

I'm that hopeless inveterate passionate in every single way A wild horse that hoofs never touched the ground I  am that damn unreformable child when I'm in love and I'm born to be in love with life Let me Let me be let me sink in that irrevocable one way. #vss365

In the dark grim bar the air feels heavy #Words of silence exchanged amongst strangers through the eyes A congregation of ghosts to share the burden of struggles with fermented lubricants to drown the sorrows Sun, please rise late I still have few tears left #vss365 #0scribbles

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #loveletters💌 She the goddess, #hammers in the idea how fragile new love can be and her consort is an afternoon moon that teases. They're just living in the ordinary of quiet connections, like champagne of simple joys. He silences her tempest skies, for he's a gentle breeze, a love intimate that jewels all of her tomorrows in gold topaz and jade that forests a sparkling vermillion into a shimmering indigo to a resplendent violet sapphire, for he saturates her in his hues of colors!... Pinterest

My broken wings aren't bright my feathers are tainted brown by dust left from my stories by my memories by this life By every corner I barely touched. #vss365 art by @Ausegul

I'm a miracle I'm created for the big show Not the one you know but the one you remember I'm a miracle not the harmony you used to but the Mirror that you always run from. #vss365 #Poesía #poet

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #Warmth of a soft sunset of saffron yellow, for she is bathed in whispers of a soon to be twilight sigh with hues of serenity that luminescence golden amber that hugs the last rays that fade into the first silhouette of the coming night!... Pinterest

Am I looking for Apricity In every path I take In every person I meet In every thought I make In every corner,  or every lost shadow I forget Kind of a succession of spectacular cataracts Like rivers , trying to find Home. #vss365 #WritingPrompts

If truth is The mirror Why human faces are fearing Escaping velocity of other faces #vss365

Drifted by chaos An innocent eyes will remain in lacuna The world will remember it #vss365

A quite murmur of charming he told An excuse, a lie or an illusion Like a wind whispering to the trees Dissolve in my mind like a summer clouds Buried away , after a little Walz with nicotine and caffeine #vss365

Heartfelt Love , so Devine , so accessible Yet not seen. #vss365

I'm the Two Faces Queen The balance of all seen & Queer A Crown of united univers Maat & Themis with a single dress I remain mother of Nix Kali Hecate Ereshkigal Cailleach Morrígan Isis ur Existamce can't come from Foam ur Questions , I made with answers beneath your names.

story of my mom's blissful marriage was delivered through the bolus laced with the smell of detergent, she was force feeding me with her hands. #vss365

She carries love the way others carry light... quietly, with intention, never spilling more than the moment asks. Her steadiness is an invitation, not a barrier. She holds the universe as if it were listening, as if even stars soften when cradled with care. When the world leans toward her, it finds room to rest. She listens with her whole being.. not to claim, not to correct, but to learn the language another heart speaks in silence. In her presence, restlessness forgets how to tremble. Love shapes her responses.. slow, deliberate, true. She does not rush to be seen.. she trusts closeness to glow on its own. When things grow sharp, she answers with warmth. When fear asks for proof, she offers constancy. This is how she loves.. by remaining open, by holding without tightening, by letting care be gravity enough to keep everything in place. She does not raise her voice. Love, luminous and patient, does the work. Pic courtesy: @ch_fidi

You are not afraid of me You are afraid of what you can face, Your deepest side that frightening you , and you always buried Abstraction became an art mainstry of a confort game. I'm your black mirror #vss365 #WritingPrompts

The first exile ? we are all her, with no fear squealing her delight #vss365 Sculpture : Notre Dame de Paris.

sometimes poems are like photographs —a snapshot in time true for that moment a footnote in rhyme sometimes they hold Truth beyond lifetimes and lines or an allegory in story —a note left behind for someone to find a clue left for travelers on a path as a sign and sometimes they heal they let us talk indirectly about things that exist beyond verbs and words they never insist they can be the finger that points to the moon through the mist the ineffable become real breathe in the perfume as it lifts softly expand within the depth of their gifts #vss365 #travel ©kcs 2025

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