Silver waters rippling, under the fullness of the 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟
beauteous m̮̑ȃ̮t̮̑ȓ̮ȇ̮s̮̑c̮̑ȇ̮n̮̑t̮̑ and deep,
who knows what wonder may lurk
what secrets it may keep.
Scraps of sunset reflected on its shimmering waves.
Visited by tired but playful little bears
that were drawn from their caves.
What time remembers what memory loses
poetry saves.
Our own human needs inconsequential
our dreams and love alight.
we see the peacocks spread their fans
and long for their flight.
Like a ᕲᖇᘿᗩᘻ （^_^）of dragons and heroes taken to sky.
We are tethered to earth and can't help wonder why.
Fed on silver fish flicker, 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝
sleek and shy,
mirrors of souls delight in waters that do
but cannot
try.
The orange and pink sky spills wide,
deep and unbound,
the clouds are fluffy laughter soft as a lullaby ｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
wrapping the ground.
adrift in cabin rafter.
A hush, a breath, the world at rest
cradled in green, in its arms, resplendent in velvet and silk
we are dressed.
beside the fire side awaiting a late night ride.
To the theater where Ludwig van Awaits.
Bows drawn and wetted reeds at the ready. ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
They kiss and ponder(˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)
what else
floating in rapture we waiver unsteady.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
Silver waters rippling, under the fullness of the 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟
beauteous m̮̑ȃ̮t̮̑ȓ̮ȇ̮s̮̑c̮̑ȇ̮n̮̑t̮̑ and deep,
who knows what wonder may lurk
what secrets it may keep.
Scraps of sunset reflected on its shimmering waves.
Visited by tired but playful little bears
that were drawn from their caves.
What time remembers what memory loses
poetry saves.
Our own human needs inconsequential
our dreams and love alight.
we see the peacocks spread their fans
and long for their flight.
Like a ᕲᖇᘿᗩᘻ （^_^）of dragons and heroes taken to sky.
We are tethered to earth and can't help wonder why.
Fed on silver fish flicker, 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝
sleek and shy,
mirrors of souls delight in waters that do
but cannot
try.
The orange and pink sky spills wide,
deep and unbound,
the clouds are fluffy laughter soft as a lullaby ｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
wrapping the ground.
adrift in cabin rafter.
A hush, a breath, the world at rest
cradled in green, in its arms, resplendent in velvet and silk
we are dressed.
beside the fire side awaiting a late night ride.
To the theater where Ludwig van Awaits.
Bows drawn and wetted reeds at the ready. ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
They kiss and ponder(˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)
what else
floating in rapture we waiver unsteady.
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