ㅤㅤthey beheld it: an unseen spirit wing’d upon the whispering winds, lovelier than some seraph of dim antiquity ✉️𑣿 adrift in roseate hues, &. half-uttered dreams. as if beneath some spell whose incantation lay in the sigh of lilies or the breath of sakura lost to the delicate dusk.

✱ [re: a sanctum where shadows wore halos] ..and silence held wings. they stilled, a hand lifting to catch a stray petal that danced upon the air.
“And where do they go, these things we cannot hold?”
. . .

those gossamer veils upon which the air itself seemed to flutter. 🪷‧₊˚
an ethereal kiss from some
star-embellished reverie,
🪽@sourysoft.

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