I’m convinced you hold an Empyrean once unstirred in me.
Flowers whisper with each smile, “What a hallowed numen you bear.”
Seeds strain upward, desperate to glimpse you,
bending in accord as I urge, run away with me.
Blind to the brilliance that blooms within you,
I stand in quiet wonder, heart bound to your orbit.
Even the petals of night open when you pass,
yet you walk as though the heavens were not your own.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC
I’m convinced you hold an Empyrean once unstirred in me.
Flowers whisper with each smile, “What a hallowed numen you bear.”
Seeds strain upward, desperate to glimpse you,
bending in accord as I urge, run away with me.
Blind to the brilliance that blooms within you,
I stand in quiet wonder, heart bound to your orbit.
Even the petals of night open when you pass,
yet you walk as though the heavens were not your own.
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