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  • blooming_fossil 1h

    #mondo @writersnetwork
    It's been so long, hope y'all are doing well. ❤

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    What is feuillemort?

    Color of mother earth while imbuing warmth in the withering skin of fading fronds to sprout brighter the next Spring.
    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 9w

    Saranghae

    After falling in love,

    his name has started to rhyme

    with everything, from sweet sips of morning coffee,

    to waves at the seashore in the twilight.

    His syllables noose the chain of my

    heartbeats at a unique cadence, each time

    but carol same love song every time.

    His consonants cuddle my breaths like air

    While the waves of vowels settle at

    the shore of my lips

    like dew on pink lavenders.

    And I say his name again

    and again like a prayer for my favorite poem of Plath

    as his every alphabet kisses my eyes

    like a scarlet rose in the lap of spring.


    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 9w

    #love @writersnetwork
    Not back yet, but couldn't skip this prompt :p

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    Saranghae

    Sipping the satiny warmth
    of sunshine and coffee
    she shut her eyes
    and reminisced the poem
    his eyes recited,
    the last twilight.

    As waves of verses rose
    to the shore of her cheeks
    with the pink of lavenders,
    fragrance of love
    filled the air.

  • blooming_fossil 10w

    #tell @writersnetwork
    I know this is lame, going on a long break, so bear with this. :(

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    Tell me, you would see me
    as the autumn leaf, I'm and
    nourish the tunes of psithurism
    Like opulent October.

    Tell me, you would look for
    the moon in my eyes,
    when you kiss my scars
    with constellations on your lips.

    Tell me, you would dye
    my tears with rainbows
    wearing Sunshine
    On fingertips.

    Tell me, you would never leave
    my letters unread or let them
    die before they breathe
    in your warm breath.


    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 10w

    #hoarding? @writersnetwork thank youuu! ♥️
    @miraquill EC ♥️
    Night ~ darkness, sadness
    Nepenthe ~ a drug to banish grief

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    As a nepenthe to numb the night,
    moon reads our love story to stars.

    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 10w

    Orange tinted sky ~ Evening Sky
    Purple silhouettes ~ hope
    Love Letters~ love birds
    Parched ink~ parched throats

    :( hope it makes sense
    #writersblock #synecdoche
    @writersnetwork thank you for the read! ♥️��
    thank you for the EC too

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    mellifluous melodies ~ meddlesome megalopolis

    Tracing the deep saffron-speckled Sky with purple silhouettes, the bobbing love letters tweet mellifluous melodies as the cherubic August raindrops tingle its parched ink, inhaling my meddlesome megalopolis.

    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 10w

    How do you know if you are in love?

    You know you are in love
    when his dim-lit face
    under the streetlight
    lights up your eyes

    Like stars in the moonlight
    you know you are in love
    when colors shimmer
    on your skin even in winter

    Like lilies in Spring
    and leaves in October
    you know you are in love
    when you sing melodies of psithurism

    When you paint the poetry
    with purple and pink streaks
    on the canvas of Sky
    you know you are in love.

    blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 10w

    A withering July bloom, I am,
    asking the alluring August Sky
    for satiny sunshine and some time
    to paint the autumnal October leaves
    With love letters.

    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 10w

    THE KITE RUNNER

    A spring morn,
    mischievous sun faked tuscan tears,
    showering us with satiny beams.
    My grandfather chuckled at him
    as he would when I'd tried
    similar frolics to draw his attention.

    Still smiling at the fun of Sun,
    Grandpa deftly set my new pink kite adrift,
    And gripping the reel, I giggled
    when my kite fluttered into the amber ether.

    // Not even athletic limbs of the Gulmohar tree
    could get hold of my lithesome kite. //

    Soaring high, it took me to the places
    I'd listened about in grandma's stories.
    Grandpa smiled watching my excitement
    Like the beguiling sky would never deceive us.

    But soon the sky rumbled
    with hostility and winds roared belligerently
    Throwing grandpa's favorite scarf to the ground
    and shredding my kite to pieces.

    // I still sit under the Gulmohar tree with a reel and pink kite
    but no one runs my kite and Sun no more fakes his tears. //

    ©blooming_fossil

  • blooming_fossil 11w

    You are the sky, darling!
    #sail @writersnetwork you love me? ❤️��
    @inked_selenophile because you adore the moon��

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    Sailing through brook of darkness,
    stars wrote me moonlit verses.

    ©blooming_fossil