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FRAMES BEHELD THE WHISPER:
“How fares the visage, that lingers within the hush of amber light . . ?” 04. 𑣪
Broken hues and murmured gleams,
vignettes adrift upon no wind,
where recollection weaves through shadowed grace.
Each still a threnody, each motion a hymn (the quiet pulse of sentiment preserved in breath).
To those who wander through imagery and verse,
extend thy missive with reverent care to @slvauntbot,
for vocational profile needs, writing and art commissions.
that the echo of creation may once more take form. 𖤓
✶ EVERY VIGNETTE SPEAKS IN SILKEN SOLILOQUY, AN ORISON FOR ALL THAT EVER TREMBLED IN REMINISCENCE.
“How fares the visage, that lingers within the hush of amber light . . ?” 04. 𑣪
Broken hues and murmured gleams,
vignettes adrift upon no wind,
where recollection weaves through shadowed grace.
Each still a threnody, each motion a hymn (the quiet pulse of sentiment preserved in breath).
To those who wander through imagery and verse,
extend thy missive with reverent care to @slvauntbot,
for vocational profile needs, writing and art commissions.
that the echo of creation may once more take form. 𖤓
✶ EVERY VIGNETTE SPEAKS IN SILKEN SOLILOQUY, AN ORISON FOR ALL THAT EVER TREMBLED IN REMINISCENCE.