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Posted On: September 28th 2026, 05:24 am
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"The shadows thought they held the sky, In quiet, cold, and silver stone, Until a secret blush crept high,To claim the dark and make it known.
It arrives without a sound or name, A phantom warmth within the chill, A gentle, uninvited flame that keeps the restless treetops still.
Like love that speaks in masked design, It stains the mist with sudden grace β A blurred and soft, electric line that alters time and rules the space__."ππ·β¨
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#photography #poetrycommunity #moody #feed #π
"The shadows thought they held the sky, In quiet, cold, and silver stone, Until a secret blush crept high,To claim the dark and make it known.
It arrives without a sound or name, A phantom warmth within the chill, A gentle, uninvited flame that keeps the restless treetops still.
Like love that speaks in masked design, It stains the mist with sudden grace β A blurred and soft, electric line that alters time and rules the space__."ππ·β¨
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#photography #poetrycommunity #moody #feed #π
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