Esthereal, the solemn deity, finding and seeking her way to caelum.
Spreading her metaphoric dust beyond the galaxies of bittersweet literatures.
She may not be the saccharine poet of the past, but she will paint your sugarpopped heart with her sweetness.
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ps: i am open for constructive criticism, english is not my language. so pls, bear with me. lower case intended.
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Mist of Petrichor
Poetry"Meet me at Block #143, Burntloved of Catastrophe. Where thousands of parchments and lies are buried." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. where the literatures of esthereal are archived. RANDOM POEMS AND PROSES COMPILATION ©2021 photo used on cover aren't mine. credits...
