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Can you believe it's only 3 more days until we launch 'Nightmares and Daydreams'? Among our other fabulous writers is Ben White, who's a Wordsmith alum! So great to welcome back talented writers!⠀
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When Ben White was earning his Masters of Fine Arts (MFA) from the University of Tampa (Florida, USA), he thought he was a poet.  But he has since found out he is not a poet at all.  Ben is a witness. What he writes is testimony.⠀
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Can you believe it's only 3 more days until we launch 'Nightmares and Daydreams'? Among our other fabulous writers is Ben White, who's a Wordsmith alum! So great to welcome back talented writers!⠀
.⠀
When Ben White was earning his Masters of Fine Arts (MFA) from the University of Tampa (Florida, USA), he thought he was a poet. But he has since found out he is not a poet at all. Ben is a witness. What he writes is testimony.⠀
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#writer #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #published #poet #poetsofinstagram

0 0 6 hours ago
Don't you think so 🤗 @awakened__souls🌼
#awakenedsouls

Don't you think so 🤗 @awakened__souls 🌼
#awakenedsouls

0 1 6 hours ago

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Everytime you take leave,
it feels like you never left
because I foster the fallacy that 
you too can't stay away.
#love #lovers #artisticwriters #poetsofinstagram #poetry #micropoetry #quotes #omypoetry #writersnetwork #lovepoems #writersofinstagram 
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Everytime you take leave,
it feels like you never left
because I foster the fallacy that
you too can't stay away.
#love #lovers #artisticwriters #poetsofinstagram #poetry #micropoetry #quotes #omypoetry #writersnetwork #lovepoems #writersofinstagram
#photooftheday #amazing #reading #follow4follow #like4like

2 0 6 hours ago

1 1 6 hours ago

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BE MOVED

Be blown by the wind, my love.
Because the wind knows the way.

I know; we really love to think that we are in control,
That we are in charge and we can plan and decide what is next for us,
Because this illusion feels somehow safer, and more secure, thinking we know what's in store,
Doesn't it my darling?

But we never really know,
And we never really need to,
Even when we really think we do.

At least, that's how it looks to me when I'm in the calmer moments,
When I'm out of the depths of dispair,
When I'm not making it personal, my love.
Because we like to do that, don't we?
And it isn't personal.

It is purely the winds of change,
Fluttering through us,
Living us. 
And if we allow ourselves to be lived
Whilst we play with dreaming about how we'd like to be,
We'll find that we can just allow whatever shows up to be present,
And we can rest in the suffering even when it feels difficult,
Knowing that this moment is just what is meant for us, right now. 
And sensing a glimpse that we have plenty more pleasure in store,
Which will arrive just as we are ready.

So until then, my beautiful soul, simply rest here with me, please?
We can hold our restless bones, gently, in a loving embrace, 
And see the deeper truth;
That all we really have to do is let go,

And allow ourselves to be moved. 💜

#bemoved #liveyourtruth #move #flow #flowwithlife #poetryislife #wordsmatter #inspoquotes #mywords #ilovewords #poetsofinstagram #poetry #modernpoetry #stories #ilovetowrite #poemsfromtheheart #poetsofinstagram #wordsofencouragement #truth #transformationaltruth #illusion #mythoughts #wordsofwisdom

BE MOVED

Be blown by the wind, my love.
Because the wind knows the way.

I know; we really love to think that we are in control,
That we are in charge and we can plan and decide what is next for us,
Because this illusion feels somehow safer, and more secure, thinking we know what's in store,
Doesn't it my darling?

But we never really know,
And we never really need to,
Even when we really think we do.

At least, that's how it looks to me when I'm in the calmer moments,
When I'm out of the depths of dispair,
When I'm not making it personal, my love.
Because we like to do that, don't we?
And it isn't personal.

It is purely the winds of change,
Fluttering through us,
Living us.
And if we allow ourselves to be lived
Whilst we play with dreaming about how we'd like to be,
We'll find that we can just allow whatever shows up to be present,
And we can rest in the suffering even when it feels difficult,
Knowing that this moment is just what is meant for us, right now.
And sensing a glimpse that we have plenty more pleasure in store,
Which will arrive just as we are ready.

So until then, my beautiful soul, simply rest here with me, please?
We can hold our restless bones, gently, in a loving embrace,
And see the deeper truth;
That all we really have to do is let go,

And allow ourselves to be moved. 💜

#bemoved #liveyourtruth #move #flow #flowwithlife #poetryislife #wordsmatter #inspoquotes #mywords #ilovewords #poetsofinstagram #poetry #modernpoetry #stories #ilovetowrite #poemsfromtheheart #poetsofinstagram #wordsofencouragement #truth #transformationaltruth #illusion #mythoughts #wordsofwisdom

3 0 6 hours ago
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5 3 6 hours ago
Follow @won80eight -

#319 DROWN ME -

In the drowning I became free,
Peace as the water filled my lungs,
Smile as I faded into the dark,
Because I knew my journey had begun, -

I'd walked both paths so blinded,
Puzzles that flew over my head,
Riddles that I was deafend too,
I truly had become the walking dead, -

But the river that dragged me under,
And washed the dirt outta my eyes,
Pushed me upwards like a baptism,
Baptist, to see through all the lies, -- 🎯
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#319  DROWN ME -

In the drowning I became free,
Peace as the water filled my lungs,
Smile as I faded into the dark,
Because I knew my journey had begun, -

I'd walked both paths so blinded,
Puzzles that flew over my head,
Riddles that I was deafend too,
I truly had become the walking dead, -

But the river that dragged me under,
And washed the dirt outta my eyes,
Pushed me upwards like a baptism,
Baptist, to see through all the lies, -- 🎯
-

#artofwriters #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetry #madewords #quotesofinstagram #writers #wordporn #igpoets #bymepoetry #writerscommunity #poemsofinstagram #omypoetry #writersnetwork #lovepoems #poemsporn #igpoets #instaquote #poetryisnotdead #won80eight #188 #bigfish #fishinhand #abundance

5 0 6 hours ago
.wake up. 
i hope you find it in you to do something extraordinary.
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#espoetry #thewordspoetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poetry #aesthetic #typewriterpoetry #goodmorning #haveaniceday #wakeup #extraordinary #ordinary #life #live #new #beextraordinary #beyou #dowhatyoulove #motivation #inspiration

.wake up.
i hope you find it in you to do something extraordinary.
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#espoetry #thewordspoetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poetry #aesthetic #typewriterpoetry #goodmorning #haveaniceday #wakeup #extraordinary #ordinary #life #live #new #beextraordinary #beyou #dowhatyoulove #motivation #inspiration

4 0 6 hours ago
Here Niya writes a poetry:-
"3.14"
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Read on #tuesdayswithniya

_  the area of a circle
is 3.14 times the radius squared
and the circle of your expectations
was either too big
or small for me to fit in
if i was the centre
your painful expectations
constitute the radius
walking on the edge
to the centre
of your expectations
in the journey of finding love
the broken pieces of hope
of my heart
just kept scattering
onto the floor
flowing past
the crevices of my hand
holding onto them
sliced my fingers
and the last shred of life
in me
as i walked on the shards
my legs bled profusely
and so did my heart
every step
killing me, murdering me
i lost my breath
and fell to the floor
the glass sticking into my bones
like your words that night
they leave
an everlasting scar
to show me the pain
it takes to be
someone
something
that the others see
the area of the circle
of your expectations
is 3.14 times your 'desired' radius squared
and perhaps
i was your calculation
gone wrong
_ ~ Niya 
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Explore @0_hour_ for poetry, stories, photography, digital art and more.
To get featured send us your work via link in bio.

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Photographer:- @brownhistory
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Here Niya writes a poetry:-
"3.14"
_

Read on #tuesdayswithniya

_ the area of a circle
is 3.14 times the radius squared
and the circle of your expectations
was either too big
or small for me to fit in
if i was the centre
your painful expectations
constitute the radius
walking on the edge
to the centre
of your expectations
in the journey of finding love
the broken pieces of hope
of my heart
just kept scattering
onto the floor
flowing past
the crevices of my hand
holding onto them
sliced my fingers
and the last shred of life
in me
as i walked on the shards
my legs bled profusely
and so did my heart
every step
killing me, murdering me
i lost my breath
and fell to the floor
the glass sticking into my bones
like your words that night
they leave
an everlasting scar
to show me the pain
it takes to be
someone
something
that the others see
the area of the circle
of your expectations
is 3.14 times your 'desired' radius squared
and perhaps
i was your calculation
gone wrong
_ ~ Niya
_

Explore @0_hour_ for poetry, stories, photography, digital art and more.
To get featured send us your work via link in bio.

_

Photographer:- @brownhistory
_

4 1 6 hours ago

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For the longest time I struggled to find my passion, while I watched my friends enjoying their passion say it dancing, cooking or playing sports, they enjoyed it and I wasn’t able to do any of it neither I was interested, when I joined my university alongside my 2 bestfriends I realized I was introvert, I would often stay silent or sit awkwardly and even if someone would try to talk to me, I would get anxiety and slowly if my friends weren’t around I would sit at corner after my classes, new faces would scare me, during that point I started to write randomly on my notes, just few thoughts, they’re still there, you may scroll down to see them, and at this point I love writing, I love to play with words, it’s not even a pass time anymore, it’s my feelings, my experiences or the ones I observed, Even after writing numerous poems I’m still surprised at myself how did I complete one, I’m proud at myself, there was a time when I read other poems or quotes and found them more amazing and used to think I  cannot do this, my poems are shit, but as time passed I know they’re good, when few people started to appreciate them it just boost my confidence to write more, there’s nothing in the world that can stop me from writing, I really want the world to listen my poetries, it’s just a dream I’ve had after ages and I’d do anything to make it true. Keep reading my poems and tell me if you like them or if you don’t. Thank you for reading 💥💕 #likeforlikes #likes4like #followforfollowback #relationshipgoals #poems #poetry #poeticjustice #poetsofinstagram #writers #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #poemfortheday

For the longest time I struggled to find my passion, while I watched my friends enjoying their passion say it dancing, cooking or playing sports, they enjoyed it and I wasn’t able to do any of it neither I was interested, when I joined my university alongside my 2 bestfriends I realized I was introvert, I would often stay silent or sit awkwardly and even if someone would try to talk to me, I would get anxiety and slowly if my friends weren’t around I would sit at corner after my classes, new faces would scare me, during that point I started to write randomly on my notes, just few thoughts, they’re still there, you may scroll down to see them, and at this point I love writing, I love to play with words, it’s not even a pass time anymore, it’s my feelings, my experiences or the ones I observed, Even after writing numerous poems I’m still surprised at myself how did I complete one, I’m proud at myself, there was a time when I read other poems or quotes and found them more amazing and used to think I cannot do this, my poems are shit, but as time passed I know they’re good, when few people started to appreciate them it just boost my confidence to write more, there’s nothing in the world that can stop me from writing, I really want the world to listen my poetries, it’s just a dream I’ve had after ages and I’d do anything to make it true. Keep reading my poems and tell me if you like them or if you don’t. Thank you for reading 💥💕 #likeforlikes #likes4like #followforfollowback #relationshipgoals #poems #poetry #poeticjustice #poetsofinstagram #writers #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #poemfortheday

6 0 6 hours ago

5 2 6 hours ago
Midnight at the Tuscany Hotel

by 
James Markert 
Run by renowned sculptor Robert Gandy and his wife and muse, Magdalena, the Tuscany Hotel hosted guests of a certain kind—artists, actors, scientists, and engineers who left their worries behind so that they could create their latest masterpieces. Surrounded by lore, the hotel was rumored to free the mind and inspire artists’ gifts. But tragic circumstances force Robert and his family to move.

After thirteen months at war, Vittorio Gandy is haunted by memories, and his former life is unrecognizable. Once a gifted painter, now he can’t bear the vivid, bleeding colors on a canvas. His young son doesn’t remember him, and his wife, Valerie, is scared of him. But the most disconcerting change is in Vitto’s father, Robert Gandy, who has fallen from being a larger-than-life sculptor to a man whose mind has been taken by Alzheimer’s. 
When Robert steals away in the night, Valerie, Vitto, and his new acquaintance and fellow veteran John go to the only place Robert might remember—the now-abandoned Tuscany Hotel. When they find him there, Robert’s mind is sound and his memories are intact. 
Before long, word gets out that drinking from the fountain at the hotel can restore the memories of those suffering from Alzheimer’s and dementia. The rooms once again fill up with guests—not artists this time, but people seeking control over their memories and lives. Vitto desperately wants to clear his own mind, but as he learns more about his mother’s life and her tragic death, he begins to wonder whether drinking the water comes at a price. 
A story of father and son, memories lost and found, artists and their muses, Midnight at the Tuscany Hotel explores the mysteries of the mind, the truth behind lore, and the miracle of inspiration.

#exclusivebooks #recommends #capetown #books #bookstagram #booksesthetic #bibliophile #beautifulbookcovers #bookish #booknerd #bookworm #readersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #booknerdigans #bookcover  #ilovereading #fiction #fictionbooks #goodreads

Midnight at the Tuscany Hotel

by
James Markert
Run by renowned sculptor Robert Gandy and his wife and muse, Magdalena, the Tuscany Hotel hosted guests of a certain kind—artists, actors, scientists, and engineers who left their worries behind so that they could create their latest masterpieces. Surrounded by lore, the hotel was rumored to free the mind and inspire artists’ gifts. But tragic circumstances force Robert and his family to move.

After thirteen months at war, Vittorio Gandy is haunted by memories, and his former life is unrecognizable. Once a gifted painter, now he can’t bear the vivid, bleeding colors on a canvas. His young son doesn’t remember him, and his wife, Valerie, is scared of him. But the most disconcerting change is in Vitto’s father, Robert Gandy, who has fallen from being a larger-than-life sculptor to a man whose mind has been taken by Alzheimer’s.
When Robert steals away in the night, Valerie, Vitto, and his new acquaintance and fellow veteran John go to the only place Robert might remember—the now-abandoned Tuscany Hotel. When they find him there, Robert’s mind is sound and his memories are intact.
Before long, word gets out that drinking from the fountain at the hotel can restore the memories of those suffering from Alzheimer’s and dementia. The rooms once again fill up with guests—not artists this time, but people seeking control over their memories and lives. Vitto desperately wants to clear his own mind, but as he learns more about his mother’s life and her tragic death, he begins to wonder whether drinking the water comes at a price.
A story of father and son, memories lost and found, artists and their muses, Midnight at the Tuscany Hotel explores the mysteries of the mind, the truth behind lore, and the miracle of inspiration.

#exclusivebooks #recommends #capetown #books #bookstagram #booksesthetic #bibliophile #beautifulbookcovers #bookish #booknerd #bookworm #readersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #booknerdigans #bookcover #ilovereading #fiction #fictionbooks #goodreads

7 0 6 hours ago
"How can i describe this energy kinetic, the aura is magnetic and i just can't explain it, let alone contain it... The way we loop ourselves together like a patchwork quilt interlaced in bronze and treated in flames that don't burn out... These souls cannot leave my heart...vibes like vibranium... interlocked like titanium. Here they live inside of me... Setting my free spirit free... Delivering me from stagnation, keeping me going... Your my electricity, reminding me to stay lit brightly... If ever this journey should ever end... I won't need the novelty of trends, so similar, we virtually blend and on your support i can depend...i will say it til the end... You will forever be my most lit group of friends!" Love youssssss! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ K. Davae'

"How can i describe this energy kinetic, the aura is magnetic and i just can't explain it, let alone contain it... The way we loop ourselves together like a patchwork quilt interlaced in bronze and treated in flames that don't burn out... These souls cannot leave my heart...vibes like vibranium... interlocked like titanium. Here they live inside of me... Setting my free spirit free... Delivering me from stagnation, keeping me going... Your my electricity, reminding me to stay lit brightly... If ever this journey should ever end... I won't need the novelty of trends, so similar, we virtually blend and on your support i can depend...i will say it til the end... You will forever be my most lit group of friends!" Love youssssss! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ K. Davae'

10 7 6 hours ago
The rockstar and the fisherman 
On a road trip to North Wales
After a mighty fine party last night
They sure told us some tales
Of great old Lord Nelson days
And fishing out at sea
Stories of touring with the band
Whilst the fisherman drank g&t
Friends since they were tiny 
This pretty awesome pair
A whole lifetime of history together
Such memories to share
Ask them about the turbot 
Or the time they hid the backy 
From Stickser miles away from shore
He went bloody wacky
I’m sure there’s more stories to be told
As this wonderful week transpires
The rockstar and the fisherman 
And there roadtrip to North Wales 
#roadtrip #rockstar #fisherman #poetry #poetryofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #northwales #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #ascotthouse #miltonkeynes #wing #englishcountrygarden #waterfeature #englishcountryhouse #countryhouse #countrygarden #visitbritain #england #countryside #friends #friendship #friendsforever #friendsforlife

The rockstar and the fisherman
On a road trip to North Wales
After a mighty fine party last night
They sure told us some tales
Of great old Lord Nelson days
And fishing out at sea
Stories of touring with the band
Whilst the fisherman drank g&t
Friends since they were tiny
This pretty awesome pair
A whole lifetime of history together
Such memories to share
Ask them about the turbot
Or the time they hid the backy
From Stickser miles away from shore
He went bloody wacky
I’m sure there’s more stories to be told
As this wonderful week transpires
The rockstar and the fisherman
And there roadtrip to North Wales
#roadtrip #rockstar #fisherman #poetry #poetryofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #northwales #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #ascotthouse #miltonkeynes #wing #englishcountrygarden #waterfeature #englishcountryhouse #countryhouse #countrygarden #visitbritain #england #countryside #friends #friendship #friendsforever #friendsforlife

2 0 6 hours ago
Dream seed serenity 
Nurturing tomorrows
Preside over existence
Goddess of small hopes
Mother of what shall be
Hum fireflies to witness 
Summon the owl to hear
This thing rising anew
This ember yet glowing
This nascent world emerging
Cup carefully in both hands
Hold closer to your heart
Shower love upon each leaf
Protect each stalk
Water each root
For one day this fragility 
Will be a tower of strength 
One day this tender budding
Will be your shade, your home.
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Poem "Small Hopes" by T.Stark 
Artwork by @bubug
Art via @she_walks_softly .
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Dream seed serenity
Nurturing tomorrows
Preside over existence
Goddess of small hopes
Mother of what shall be
Hum fireflies to witness
Summon the owl to hear
This thing rising anew
This ember yet glowing
This nascent world emerging
Cup carefully in both hands
Hold closer to your heart
Shower love upon each leaf
Protect each stalk
Water each root
For one day this fragility
Will be a tower of strength
One day this tender budding
Will be your shade, your home.
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Poem "Small Hopes" by T.Stark
Artwork by @bubug
Art via @she_walks_softly .
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#poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #writerscommunity #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetry #hope #goddess #nurture #love #lovepoems #lovepoetry #bleedingsoulpoetry #poetsofig #poetryofig #igpoetry

2 0 6 hours ago
Sometimes we feel a heaviness wash over ourselves. We have no idea how to shake it or hide it. We bear our emotions on our posture and facial expression. The people dear to us start to feel our pain, yet feel helpless because they cannot do anything - but that's okay. We don't need you to say something somedays. It will go away on its own, you just need to support by sitting next to them or giving them their space.

For the people who struggle with a constant sad emotion, should just except it. I remember I used to fight it, but now I acknowledge how I feel. Sadness is just as normal as happiness. Even if it's constant, it's how you are built.

Try to learn simple tactics for the mind and body. It would help to get through those hard days.
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#spilledthoughts #spilledink #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #wordporn #words #mentalhealth #thoughts #write #selflove #people

Sometimes we feel a heaviness wash over ourselves. We have no idea how to shake it or hide it. We bear our emotions on our posture and facial expression. The people dear to us start to feel our pain, yet feel helpless because they cannot do anything - but that's okay. We don't need you to say something somedays. It will go away on its own, you just need to support by sitting next to them or giving them their space.

For the people who struggle with a constant sad emotion, should just except it. I remember I used to fight it, but now I acknowledge how I feel. Sadness is just as normal as happiness. Even if it's constant, it's how you are built.

Try to learn simple tactics for the mind and body. It would help to get through those hard days.
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#spilledthoughts #spilledink #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #wordporn #words #mentalhealth #thoughts #write #selflove #people

0 0 6 hours ago
Je sais pas pour vous, mais moi ces temps ci j’apprends à faire moins...Fuck l’over productivité qui nous empêche de relaxer, de s’écouter, de connecter et de prendre soin de soi dans le présent 🙏🏻

Je sais pas pour vous, mais moi ces temps ci j’apprends à faire moins...Fuck l’over productivité qui nous empêche de relaxer, de s’écouter, de connecter et de prendre soin de soi dans le présent 🙏🏻

7 1 6 hours ago
'A Corner Cafe' ~ reposting this with a few edits ~ link to blog in bio
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#writerscommunity #writer #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #creative #blog #blogger #personalblog

'A Corner Cafe' ~ reposting this with a few edits ~ link to blog in bio



#writerscommunity #writer #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #creative #blog #blogger #personalblog

4 1 6 hours ago

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@p.t.berkey 🙌🏼 this pure human has just released a book! Go and congratulate him by getting it 😇

@p.t.berkey 🙌🏼 this pure human has just released a book! Go and congratulate him by getting it 😇

3,849 25 22 June, 2019

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• H O W  D E E P •
For more daily poetry and words follow @lonely.penguin

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For more daily poetry and words follow @lonely.penguin

1,875 24 24 June, 2019

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Tak ada yang lebih mengagumkan, dari pada wajahmu yang dibasahi hujan. Tertutup matamu sayu; dari situ cinta hadir tanpa ragu.

Begitu kata hujan, rintik-rintiknya yang jatuh adalah nada kebahagiaan saat awal perjumpaan. Banyak orang menandakan kehadiran hujan sebagai sebuah duka, berbeda dengan kita mengingat itu sebagai lambang bahagia.

Ialah hujan yang memberi rezeki, menghilangkan bekas untuk yang pergi. Tepatnya kau, angin yang menghembus angan menjadi hal yang paling ingin dimiliki.

Kau tahu? Cerita paling romantis hadir di antara butir hujan, derasnya membasahi hatimu, aromanya membuat kita lupa akan sendu. Begitu. 
Hujan dan kau ialah candu.

#tempatrebahmu "Aku, kau dan hujan malam itu"

Tak ada yang lebih mengagumkan, dari pada wajahmu yang dibasahi hujan. Tertutup matamu sayu; dari situ cinta hadir tanpa ragu.

Begitu kata hujan, rintik-rintiknya yang jatuh adalah nada kebahagiaan saat awal perjumpaan. Banyak orang menandakan kehadiran hujan sebagai sebuah duka, berbeda dengan kita mengingat itu sebagai lambang bahagia.

Ialah hujan yang memberi rezeki, menghilangkan bekas untuk yang pergi. Tepatnya kau, angin yang menghembus angan menjadi hal yang paling ingin dimiliki.

Kau tahu? Cerita paling romantis hadir di antara butir hujan, derasnya membasahi hatimu, aromanya membuat kita lupa akan sendu. Begitu.
Hujan dan kau ialah candu.

#tempatrebahmu "Aku, kau dan hujan malam itu"

1,730 15 24 June, 2019
butterfly effect 🦋 #quotesandsayings #love #wordstoliveby #wordsofwisdom #observations

butterfly effect 🦋 #quotesandsayings #love #wordstoliveby #wordsofwisdom #observations

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Number 1, darlings is really speaking to me at this point in my life. What about you? Which one stands out and why? Xx

Number 1, darlings is really speaking to me at this point in my life. What about you? Which one stands out and why? Xx

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