Forward from: Poemtones
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morning drips quietly into the room. i open a page, and the light folds itself between my fingers.
sometimes i think poems don’t always need words — they can hide in a color, a pause, a sigh that never finishes.
welcome to Poemtones.
take a seat by the window — stay for a while. 🤍
morning drips quietly into the room. i open a page, and the light folds itself between my fingers.
sometimes i think poems don’t always need words — they can hide in a color, a pause, a sigh that never finishes.
so here, i’ll keep what feels gentle. tones that breathe softly, and thoughts that don’t ask to be loud.
welcome to Poemtones.
take a seat by the window — stay for a while. 🤍