《THE LOUVRE (POETRY MUSEUM)》LILY /FT. LUNAR NIGHTS/
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𝖋𝖙. 𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 + 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗
a collection of phrases,
lunar night skies threaded with stars • cornflowers wrapped in newspapers • wheat fields • dogs running through summer bliss meadows • gleaming cherries soaked in moonlight • disoriented suns of ichor • sunflower fields and fair maidens • cotton candy clouds • to praise the sun • heliocentric • butterflies flying along sweet zephyrs • the moon staring at her face in the sea • sweet spring tea in the morning • lilies bathed in morning dew
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𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘
— a moonbeam mirrors the ocean ripples in a glow
soft as the passing dandelions among the breeze
scattering as the world tells them to take flight
and they glide along the faded whispers
of countless wishes that were never made
— paradise welcomes us with open arms within the pastoral lands, our worn out rose-colored glasses polished into lucid lenses. sitting on balcony ledges, legs swing along with the waves of the lunaris midnight; gaze entranced by the lights wished upon. lachrymose clouds swept away by the blissful daybreak. golden-dust marks our skin as the night firewood burns entirely and our bodies glow like aureolin stars. the heaven within hell; flickering glory ignites within the ruins of a holy temple. corinthian pillars barely standing, milky marble sculptures left beyond repair; we tied ourselves into the broken past and re-built the shattered pieces for our present selves. watching the world around us as the morning dawn breathes out new life. we found ourselves within the darkness as gravity became the catalyst to the birth of a new kind of evolution. our hearts start burning once more.
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— resplendent cosmos adorned our transcendent existence, we entranced ourselves in orphic spells in evenfall graces.
— tribulations are forced upon lives
which their confidence is challenged
to a degree of insurmountable trials
that their vision gets mottled by
the duress of confined tellings
that remained to be unsaid
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𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗
— cramoisy cranberry tea reminds me of the afternoon I'd have with my past, a memory I wished had dwindled long ago.
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