Forwarded from VERSE OF ARTISTS – Seize The Day Of Chasing Dreams
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ㅤ PUISSANCE VERSE ORBITED ALONGSIDE
ㅤ THE DIRGE: BEFELL IN CONSPICUOUS
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 7th OF DECEMBER. 🎞
Jotted down the powerful society embossed by equanimity has already set up for limitless purposes. Threnody entwined within eurythmics once gyrated in between devoid space. Hitherto, six strums guitar and piano chanted to finesse day that endowed for the greatest present has ever happened. The incredible momentum is seized in lyrics for @TheSchmidts, @ReissHousehold, @TheVelthrone, @OdWendissel, @Sarchner, @AnndTeam, @GeislerVoyager. Engrossed this magnificent time where all the euphonious synchronized alongside portraits hung around the wall. There shall commemorate the day where felicity flocked in, witnessing the novelty created by a tangible realm while amalgamated in the serenade. Nonetheless, we are hoping for the endless jollification remarked on your extravagant day.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘴,
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 🖋 @VerseOfArtists.
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ㅤ PUISSANCE VERSE ORBITED ALONGSIDE
ㅤ THE DIRGE: BEFELL IN CONSPICUOUS
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 7th OF DECEMBER. 🎞
Jotted down the powerful society embossed by equanimity has already set up for limitless purposes. Threnody entwined within eurythmics once gyrated in between devoid space. Hitherto, six strums guitar and piano chanted to finesse day that endowed for the greatest present has ever happened. The incredible momentum is seized in lyrics for @TheSchmidts, @ReissHousehold, @TheVelthrone, @OdWendissel, @Sarchner, @AnndTeam, @GeislerVoyager. Engrossed this magnificent time where all the euphonious synchronized alongside portraits hung around the wall. There shall commemorate the day where felicity flocked in, witnessing the novelty created by a tangible realm while amalgamated in the serenade. Nonetheless, we are hoping for the endless jollification remarked on your extravagant day.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘴,
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 🖋 @VerseOfArtists.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @Kiiiverses & @Hjerts. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @Kiiiverses & @Hjerts. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @LadyLures, @Corvaynesaith, @Melvnoir. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @LadyLures, @Corvaynesaith, @Melvnoir. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.