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‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive @Shineninng, @TheVansents, @Lunevain, @MyungCrimson. transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.


ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive @TheHoltcher, @afrodistrella &. @StarryOfVincent. transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.


ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.

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  Whispers of Autumn :  .............
           A Season Written For You / 🍁

     In the golden hush of the turning year,
     when the trees shed their brilliance like
     whispered promises and the wind &—
     carries the scent of earth, ember, and
     memory, we gather—not merely for
     warmth or wonder, but for something
    FAR             MORE             TENDER.

This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.

ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set.  ❀

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
  beneath canopies
     of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS  IS FOR  THE  BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    spoken or unspoken.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/

  𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ  ㅤoffered.

ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊.  For  you,  Delaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ