divine 🐈⬛️ : poetic enigma in the aphrodite's sanctuary [..]
| upon this parchment, where poets repose, | ink orchestrates secrets, as eloquence flows. | a lexicon's dance, where her thoughts unfurl, | in sonnets she sculpts, a canvas of the soul's swirl. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
sonic alchemy 🐈⬛️ : embracing celestial melodies for soulful restoration [..]
| in this tome abstruse, melodies align, | a divine, where her soul shall entwine. | harmonies esoteric, a sonorous ballet, | mending ethereal wounds in clandestine array. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
a mistress dances, bearing a heart burdened, charming enhances. yearning for a bond, beyond fleeting gaze, her existence, an unsung sonnet, in mysterious maze.
a tale unfolds, with threads of allure, sapphire-eyed enchantment, a quest to ensure. through ancient corridors, echoes persist, a beauty symphony, in her heart does exist.
Beneath the verdant canopy of her celestial oaks, aphrodite’s presence became an indelible reverie for those who chanced upon her. jer gaze, akin to the flickering embers of a long-forgotten hearth, ensnared the hearts of beholders, weaving a tapestry of fascination that transcended the mundane realms of existence.
“11-09.” The bards of her, renowned for their mellifluous sonnets, hymned odes to the sylph’s hazel eyes, attributing to them the power to evoke emotions hitherto dormant.
“celestial whispers meandered through cobblestone alleys, encapsulating tales of enamored suitors who, like moths to a celestial flame, found solace in the luminosity of her gaze.” [🐈⬛️]
yet, beneath the veneer of beguilement, the mistress bore the weight of a lonely heart, yearning for a connection beyond the ephemeral admiration she garnered. Her existence, akin to a sonnet unspoken, remained an unresolved symphony echoing through her ancient corridors.
🦢♥️ : thus, the tale of her unfolded, a narrative woven with the threads of allure, hazel-eyed enchantment, and the poignant quest for a resonance that transcended the mere veneer of captivating charm.
Channel name was changed to «🐈⬛┈─ : (..) A.N 15— “Among the sparkling stars creeping across the night sky, there are a million stories spun in silent words»