❝a rustic array of verses that whisper themselves through the centuries and into our souls.❞
☾︎ a poetic escapism; bringing stories from the windermere library in my mind, to you.
-m.h.
☾︎ hr :
1 in poetry,
1 in poems,
1 in poesia.
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☾︎ i spent the night hunting for stars in the sky, i spent a day waiting for steams in my chai, i spent a week looking for lost dreams crashed by the shore, i spent almost a decade looking for something more.
☾︎ i saw the nightlights dazzling my city, i saw the crowd in it's daily activity, i saw a message in a bottle in the iris of your eyes, i saw waves overflow each time you cried.
☾︎ i heard the nightfall, humming with hue, i heard the moon is watching in a crescent gloom, i think it's you they're worried about, will you follow that dream or just wander around?
☾︎ if you just sit slowly and sit still, i could open that scroll from the bottle, and we could sit at marine lines, to try and speak to the ocean tides, tell them that you're coming, it seems, to prod your footsteps, to follow your dreams.
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a/n : this is an old poetry of mine, wrote it before i made my wattpad account, in march 2020. i was coming back home from another city i guess (this was before lock down happened) and i remember sitting in the car and watching the skyline lowly glimmer, and i had no idea what i wanted to do with my life and that was when i wrote this piece.
it's bizzare how long ago that seems but it has not even been a whole year yet and i just watched the movie "your name" and it wasn't about dreams, but it was about nostalgia for someone you've never met before and surprisingly, that reminded me of this poetry.
i know it's a bit different from my work now but i still hope you enjoy reading this nonetheless. and thank you for being here, this book just got 2k reads, so thank you :').
