Friday: The golden child of the weekdays. The welcome wagon to the weekend.............!! 🎶 Friday vibes 🎶 🍀🍂 Happy weekend 🍂🍀 🍷🍷

I can’t stop posting this mystical cave😀🏞💜 I’m very very liked🔮🧞‍♂️🔮

Soft sigh, smiling in shy light of sun’s hello; an #advert of earth, no strings, only wings—of love. Autumn tides cycle in timeless painting of rusted leaves in green seas of endless dreams. Kneeling, seeing in an acorn, destined tree; a world, universe— in you and me. #vss365

Wildflower princess, free as a bird— mystical visions of beauty unheard. Seen as a weed, yet sweetly aware of a heart seed love planted there. Crashed waves encircle this blossom girl, but she’s in a dream— #adverting to wonder. Another day— finding her way. #vss365 #foxprose

S. Kon. Πολλές ευχές για ένα χαρούμενο απόγευμα Κυριακής 🌺🌿🎶 Σε ευχαριστώ πολύ Σοφία 🌹🫶

She wasn’t one to believe in ghosts, but she felt a spirit; not cruel or wicked but gentle—blessed. Seeping into the dark of midnight rendezvous, seeing breath on vanity mirror, & words appeared there too. “Let us meet in the realm where dreams & reality meld.” #fairytalepoets

The #advert was peculiar. Printed among the tarot reading and massage parlor ads, offering a heart for sale. Not the physical thing, it rectified in fine print. But there would be a person waiting in Eldemire by the rock garden, if anyone decided they wanted the offer. #vss365

A gleaming sea of starry majesty, distant, yet close in cosmic destiny illusion—light years between us. Strings to #associate stardust souls, so far away. Diamonds sparkling— night sky eyes of lights shining, fading; some, not alive. Hearts so warm, but space so cold. #vss365

- i grow by the brook it sings to me but has forgotten my name time has forgotten me us you and there is a thirst no song can slake the sun warms me i associate that with love or its memory when there was you. - #vss365

He came as promised. #Associate of the moon, hardened & cold. Clouds heavy with rebellion charged the tower, where eyes like a tempest trapped in hollow crystal soaked in his storm. Could he feel her? Wet with rain, slick as fawn skin, she shivered, inhaling purple haze. #vss365

I've never seen the moon Through your eyes Looking beyond the place we meet After midnight When the world sleeps Wrap your arms around me Let me see what you see The beauty of a time only we can share A lost dream waiting to be found Two hearts learning love #FromOneLine

Heaven iris— light blue, blissful hue serene as sky. Her mask never hides, or lies—gentleness in a world of coldness. Merciful soul to all who find her light, cross her path— #associates angel eyes behind chosen task of disguise veiling origin of love divine. #foxprose #vss365

rain Sorry for my late comment; was shopping 😅. Lovely writing, rain ✍️🩵🦋✨. I was just looking at one of my sister’s sketchbooks earlier 😊🩵. Drawing, writing, music—all these art forms to express emotional tones, but some remain unread & unknown💔. Beautiful poem as always ☺️🌸.

She lives in isolation now, watching the roses in her garden bloom black, as if they’re reflecting her soul. She sings to them, eerie lullabies no one else would understand. She wants them to be beautiful, the prettiest thing anyone’s ever seen, because maybe if they are,... 1/4

Growth often feels like breaking before blooming.

Candles burning Their warmth a touch of velvet night Guiding lost souls along their way For in their glow is a fragile strength In their whispering flames We find ourselves in a scared space we have all embraced once before only to reach out for that warmth one more time

don’t snap your finger she’s not a dog or a fake wizard behind a curtain she’s a bartender a server a woman a mom a human she is a person remember karma she is my blessed angel who takes care of the good lifts up the proud but never celebrates the shameful treat others as

Listening with your heart means hearing the words someone can’t say out loud.