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𝖋𝖙. 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖎

"to all those who dream, but are lost like stars, wandering aimlessly" // in which the colors in your dreams mix with the heartbeats of those precious to you // in which your childhood memories make you reminisce of the good old days, the dreamlike old days of riding the bus to school and sitting alone in the library // in which you dream of old lovers reuniting under cherry blossoms and melancholy blue skies // in which your dreams of a cafe library swirl watercolors over your heart // in which you are afraid, but have enough courage to live for those dreams

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‧͙⁺⠀⠀*₊⠀⠀ °⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˚*･⠀⠀⠀༓⠀☾⠀⠀⠄.⠀•

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‧͙⁺⠀⠀*₊⠀⠀ ˚*･°⠀⠀☾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༓⠀⠄.⠀•

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‧͙⁺⠀⠀*₊⠀⠀ °⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˚*･⠀⠀⠀༓⠀☾⠀⠀⠄.⠀•

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‧͙⁺⠀⠀*₊⠀⠀ ˚*･°⠀⠀☾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༓⠀⠄.⠀•

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𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖎

— she sips on hot chocolte & pumpkin soup / she wraps herself in fzzy thick sweaers/ and most nights, she stargazes/ she scribbles away her deep-felt thoghts/ just like any other girl out there/ she longs for soeoe/ to ease those only days/ winter hs not yet come/ but her heart is already cold and locked away/ een the warmth of her drink won't numb hr frozen heart/ only he can do that/ and so he waits/ for the time to come where he will be the one for her/ utum leaves are flying on the siewalk/ beans are eing grinded in quaint coffeeshops/ for the pople who awit winter/ ad people who await their coffee order/ just like that, time flies/ and a new season awaits her/ welcome; the morning of july

— her mind drifted over to those days where she'd wait outside her school's bus stop while most people walked or took the trains, how she'd long memorized her route and always enjoyed the soothing quietness of the silence in the bus, even the slightest jerk of the bus as it travelled and rumbled slowly along the lanes in the quiet mid-evening with just a few passengers

— once again, i've reverted back to past memories with you, that day we were together, i felt as though it was only us at this exact same place. with cherry blossoms floating away into the pastel pink sky and as you gazed at that splendor, i just sat there watching you

because you were even more beautiful than those cherry blossoms

— i wish i could play all those love songs for you while you listen to the soft strums coming from my guitar, because you were my inspiration; i want you to hear my heart

— so i would say to you right now; let's be stronger today, let courage take flight and we'll run away freely, hand in hand under the dazzling moonlight

— may you bloom and blossom freely like wild flowers / on a fine spring morning / no matter what, always remember / the sun will shine for you and the stars will cover the night sky to provide hope and protection to you / you can reach the moon and beyond, luna / to your new life, to your new journey / walk ahead, i'll be right behind you

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breathtaking; the type of poetry you'd read over a cup of coffee in a cafe on a crisp autumn morning.