The Efflorescence of Emeraude.


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Her presence shall bring you calm inside the stormy haze feelings. In sudden, the potions and elixirs of her bosom would catch your emotion into a deep sink of fortunate. @stiIted

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The treasure that spreads one's emotions in hiding for 15 years! for reasons that are uncertain, its presence gives into the depths with vague emotions in the spread. In the name of the heart, all tones are composed poetically without a series of closing or opening words, just a solo piano bounce played with the goddess's fingers full of the delicate love of the soul that binds sweet memories into a smile. The symphony that is given, forms a soothing painting in one's shady heart. ㅤ


The climax in the middle of the bounce gives a story that clashes with emotions, culminating in a full blow and then flowing back with a bounce that is like a raindrop, feels small but very glorious. Goddess embraces the soul of love that drips tear crystals that fall on her sweet cheeks! a delicate soul that grows fragile, leaving behind the little happiness expected. Fly little fairy, give me hope with the gold powder that Tinkerbell brought. Painting of a smile from two people in love, gives a texture that is very visible in the uniqueness of the feelings that appear, the pillow will be a silent witness between the melodious humming whistle at night with the moon that is used as a symbol of sincere love until no day can forgotten in an instant. Little stars color the day with their light that splits to form a beautiful nebula beyond the shade, Twilight.


The shade of the 20th century showing off his fall in love by writing then in a series of beautiful poems, lingering with beautiful memories along the camera eyes that will be made into a sweet memory that will be remembered when the smile begins to fade, memories will come like light moon. Come bring the light and then allow to smile because of his warm greetings to the soul that is in the deepest heart of moon. The whistling of each small beam of the piano provides warmth accompanied by a subtle touch of cold wind penetrating the skin, jerking! But it turned out that there was a being who hugged tightly and offered to share the warm side of that affection. Like the whistling of a dove on the beach with little waves coming and going, like a violin swaying fast to heat maybe so is the moon tonight, like love in the summer poetically written by The Notebook until Noah can be a loving male character in the summer. The symphony filled staircase gives a feeling in every blink of an eye, bringing in a dream that drifts right to emerge a soul full of hope and strong arrogance to become a dreamer who is shaded by the warmth of candlelight in total darkness.


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I met a maiden in the meadow, under the ether and heavens where the chaos of her clause. The sky will be dissipate by dusk, yet she is not afraid to dance in torment alone. Beneath the rock she sat quietly and among the flowers she has been plucked. In giving to her apostle their brimful bounty in merit, that, flimflam with swamp lichen under the wild blue yonder, she does wonder. "If this pleasure had an end, would I wake up?" As she realized, this sphere is filled with phantoms and poignant broken hearts. Paean to blunt; along with its bliss to embrace. To die in exile, she's begging for the sun. She felt a sight of heaven when she beheld, she does blank and nothing but pleads for the sun and its warmth will still emerge and arise in its licit scene, bona fide.
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ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴.
When the woman strokes the tip of her guitar, playing it solo under the burdened chaos. It wasn't the intention she is seeking. But, the woman does her magic grasps to clench the tunes into fragments of her own esse. Entombed inbetween of thousands of blooms heading out for her voice. The mellifluous comes from whenever she went to a juncture. Heartbreak and mellow pool, clashing the surface of doom.

ㅤㅤShe never thought what would accomplish her charade of carnations are a festive of a beam. When she smiles, everything lights up into pieces but shredded and fouled onto the tomb of paragon. Dangling the chasmic tunes coming out of her timbre and the melody of her strings. one, two streaks when she is marrying the harmony, euphonies stroke down to their viscera and spines too. ༄ؘ
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She, elsewhere in the shade of an English rose, further goes way yonder to a herb estate. There's a melancholy within the fiddle, glide at the dawn—fall in a heap. Her feet hurdle the honorable longitude, in the night's lilt and serene poetry. Hitherto, she draws the silhouette of a jasmine, bequeathed by the Almighty's lavish on her. Let her life be your art. From grease paints on hieratic canvas, she and her feather in one's cap will be the never-ending tale. Euphoria looks apt on her, the temporary art phrase whose twinkle-toed on. A new journey comes forth on her, lettered to dewfall. Whoop out the wind-puffy, set it aside with an old humpy and oak buds. She perched there pleasantly, with the mild nightingale’s hum. From murals, symphonies and monuments; been numb except for the crescent moon to rise. Here's a glimpse of her once-living pretty soul. As lilebuds plunge off from the athwart field, she’s beaming roseate stellar in her gorgeous aptitude. Among-other-things in this world, aling with her poems. ⠀⠀





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