thesunshineloves

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  • thesunshineloves 1d

    // Again, if we begin? //

    Again, if we begin,
    to draw those skies towards the grounds,
    to sweep off those dandelion fields with love
    to connect the stars and,
    sew them, to stay together forever,
    would we reach the destiny?

    /I killed 3 things tonight,
    I killed 3 things tonight,
    our sky, our dandelion field, our stars,
    And I followed you to the graveyard./✿

    Again, if we begin,
    to hang the cherries onto the trees,
    to ring the bells when someone prays,
    to paint the pale wings of butterflies,
    and sprinkle some stardust on them,
    would we reach the destiny?

    /I killed 3 things tonight,
    I killed 3 things tonight,
    our trees, our butterflies, our prayers,
    And I followed you to the graveyard./✿

    Again, if we begin,
    to make the sour memories sweet,
    the broken hearts meet,
    the dead escape back to life and, greet,
    the sombre summers of their lonely beloved,
    would we reach the destiny?

    /I killed 3 things tonight,
    I killed 3 things tonight,
    our memories, the broken hearts, our summers,
    And I followed you to the graveyard.
    to which, the heart has left,
    leaving the soul behind./✿

    Being the same person, some conflicts tend to be
    never-ending.

    //Again, if we begin,

    ✿ apart from the seashores, we sail ✿
    ✿ above the clouds, we fly ✿
    ✿ around the moon, we play ✿
    ✿ along the sun, we rise ✿
    ✿ at the horizons, we meet ✿
    ✿ adoring the beautiful deeds of ours ✿
    ✿ a heart and a soul live together in the same ✿//


    ©thesunshineloves

    #escapec #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #pleiadespoem

    @writersnetwork����♥️♥️♥️♥️

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    Again, if we begin?

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    meliorism~~
    all I had to do is listen,
    listen to the stars that recited stories,
    the skies that spoke of love,
    the universe that skipped between time,
    while I sail in a ship in the night to feel alive.
    the trees that spoke of songs they never made
    the rabbit alone in the moon cries all the night,
    about how the time has changed.
    shining lustrous trust burnt in the air with pain,
    someone left behind those tears in some notes,
    torn in the corners, preserved in a jar,
    notes lost the ink, but why do they speak still?
    someone had to sing about this all along?
    threads made from dandelions petals,
    woven together made a paper,
    lavender ink from snow flowers,
    prettily blooming in the snow,
    while stardust sprinkled like fragrance,
    on the broken words tied them strong.
    a part left to be r(d)ead, but it lives, alive?
    ©thesunshineloves
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    Sry....but not back yet:(

    Thanks for the like @writersnetwork ��

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    threads made from dandelions petals,
    woven together made a paper,
    lavender ink from snow flowers,
    prettily blooming in the snow,
    while stardust sprinkled like fragrance,
    on the broken words tied them strong.
    a part left to be r(d)ead, but it lives, alive?
    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 1w

    a coffee letter : latte......
    a letter ready to be posted,
    to be read on the rainy days,
    filled with bitterness,
    to feel better.

    a sweet essence of feeling the state of "living"....

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 3w

    You are
    the strangest form of magic
    that the world made,
    A long lasting jouska
    in my mind,
    that I'm struggling to believe in.
    And that I want to believe in.
    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 4w

    The tougher the situation gets,
    the unique you're going to be made.
    Do not run away from situations,
    Be prepared to be unique.

    To be "you"!

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 5w

    Your anger, is just,
    like a sea without tides,
    calm, strange yet serene.
    And I love, the way,
    you get back to me,
    with a big smile
    on your face,
    like the whole sea,
    coming to just hit me once...
    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 5w

    All written rights reserved ��
    14 December 2020, 12:00 a.m.��

    A very HAPPY BIRTHDAY ��
    Anjali Krishna (eonnie) ��
    My Suga hyung! ��
    I'm happy to have found you (my very lucky find) ��
    May all your dreams come true ✨
    Live happily forever ��

    This is for you! @ak_anjali_daydreamzz ��


    She's the nourishing melody of angel's harp.

    Your thoughts break into words that help,
    seeds of hope break its dormancy
    You're a winter flower, that stands brave in hailstorms.
    You're a soul, just pure, like a winter sweet,
    that has sweet nectar called love,
    even though it's petals are covered with snow
    and it lives in winters.
    Your ink flows enough to bring light to the world.
    A purple cloaked fairy falling in love with a lonely and cold aurora, shining over the icebergs......

    A dope, lost in the abyss,
    you will find way back to home.
    Way back to the spring day,
    from the forever rain.
    A blue and grey sky, you are,
    holding millions of lights.

    ~Awake, still with you,
    a tiny purple light,
    walks through the trivia of ego,
    into the magic shop,
    and will surely get the scenery of serendipity.
    A sweet epiphany of first love,
    will knock your door,
    as an airplane takes you to,
    the paradise of self love.
    An euphoria, with endless sweet nights,
    with skies, having no more dream(s) left, unfulfilled, instead,
    mikrokosmos hang from roof.
    Wrap an angel in purple velvety blanket.
    A sweet promise of love.~


    ©thesunshineloves

    #daechwita_bday #suga_bday

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    Awake, still with you,
    a tiny purple light,
    walks through the trivia of ego,
    into the magic shop,
    and will surely get,
    the scenery of serendipity.
    A sweet epiphany of first love,
    will knock at your door,
    as an airplane takes you to,
    a paradise of self love.
    An euphoria,
    with endless sweet nights,
    with skies,
    having no more dream(s) left,
    unfulfilled, instead,
    mikrokosmos hang from roof.
    Wrap an angel,
    in purple velvety blanket.
    A sweet promise of love.

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 6w

    Good morning y'all!!! ������
    Pls dnt hit me.... I've been busy with some work.... :(
    But will try to read y'all..... Ik I'm not posting much....but will try to be here once in a while.... :"(
    I truly miss y'all ��
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    When my shadow sleeps,
    Walls-breathe-out-secrets-that-stink,
    Like someone's last words,
    echo all the night.
    There is still some work left.

    Some work to meet the deadlore,
    The evil setting traps for me to not fall, but fly.
    Fly with my colourful wings,
    To-chop-them-off-when-it-sees.
    So-I-can't-fly-but-go-through-those-traps.

    Butterflies still fly in the ribs of corpses,
    New colourful flowers bloom from innocence,
    But turn black when some devil nourishes them.

    Something ends every day,
    once which began, starts to retreat,
    and leave ashes of my bones behind.

    Grim reapers stand by my soul and wipe my tears.
    Stars fallen down sonder alongside.
    Rains on cottonflowers,turn them dark and black.
    Concinnity of some skies that are about to break, with sorrows in them shows, dead kindness.

    While,
    Love dies young in my name,
    On the other side of rainbows.

    ©thesunshineloves

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    Love dies young in my name,
    On the other side of rainbows.

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 7w

    We are blind, we seek light,
    to view routine things.
    We want (need) to see,
    positive things,
    which are routine,
    through light called, hope.

    As we're unknowingly adapted
    to darkness called negativity.
    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 7w

    No temp! ✨

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    I yonder and scream,
    at those waves,
    to gift me peace.
    All I could see was
    the fallen stars,
    on the shore as they left.
    ©thesunshineloves