Hiraeth Petals.

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ㅤ ✧ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝕸𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 ✧

ㅤShe walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

ㅤOne shade the more, one ray the less. Had half impaired the nameless grace. Which waves in every raven tress. Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express. How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

ㅤAnd on that cheek, and o'er that brow. So soft, so calm, yet eloquent. The smiles that win, the tints that glow. But tell of days in goodness spent. A mind at peace with all below. A heart whose love is innocent!

ㅤShe does everything with passion stained hands. Looks at the world with burning, fire-lit eyes, loves with a splintering chaos, deep in her bones and smiles with a secret mouthful of mischief. She feels everything, all at once or nor at all, with a soul that runs deeper than any hell. And more intense than heaven you know. The world isn't ready for the havoc in her blood, and the storm on her skin, but she doesn't stop for anyone; and she walks with thunder in her shoes.

ㅤThis woman has fought a thousand battles. And still standing. Has cried a thousand tears. And is still smiling. Has been broken, betrayed, abandoned, rejected, but she still walks proud, laughs loud, lives without fear, loves without doubt. This woman is beautiful, has a goddess voice. Spreading her sparkling aurora to people kindness. This woman is me, Minjuliet Belamour Prichellina.
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