Miracle.

. ' Me and the butterflies under the sky and the stars t.me/IlJP8 .

ㅤ“butterflies are not insects”“they are self—propelled flowers.”• 🌟🐈‍⬛️ a few blossoms float into the roomthey drop like frayed yellow ribbons on thegray carpet. telegram.dog/happylittlesealpup ֙ ִ🫐 ៹ ‧ ₊ㅤ

ㅤ♡.. fague—state page, see grey dawns usually, at night write in dark looks better in dim lights 🫐🌠 (..라벤더, scent ) clip the writings with dried flowers on the wall and leaves sunburn behind. 🐈‍⬛

I think somewhere, in a parallel world, we made love in a garden of wilted flowers. Our trembling hands reaching out, trying to grasp the last watery rays of a dying sun. Where our hearts collided and shattered into a million tiny stars.

𐚈 “infinite abundance of flowers in love poetry!” [..] amidst the autumn leaves rustle. knowledge of poetry did not spread until, 1890: came the famous potion style of love poetry. | (@., since 30th.)

𐚈 “infinite abundance of flowers in love poetry!” [..] amidst the autumn leaves rustle. knowledge of poetry did not spread until, 1890: came the famous potion style of love poetry. | (@tkepik, since 30th.)