ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𐚁‌) POCKET OF DIARY──── ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤTHE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ诗歌ㅤ  | ㅤ着墨

. . ／ creating a lastingㅤatmosphere ofㅤfamily welcoming harmony in every verse.
ㅤㅤㅤspring leaves fall and birds sing looking for calmㅤcomfort andㅤwarmth
ㅤㅤㅤlooking for the meaningㅤof a safe and peacefulㅤfamily life.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃“With this we open the doors”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃A gentle breeze accompanied by anㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃Ancient song,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃With the melodious chirping of birds.

So that new residents can be greeted with joy with the fresh scent of autumn all this for those who are included in the role: Parental Figure (1985—1990), Aunty & Uncle (1995—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2009). With a joyful heart, now we–warmly welcome you to join us and become part of our Delaire Family 🍂 ◟

Warm greetings, Delaire! I, come as a “Muse ± Line ± Name ± @ Username” willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” I hope you read my letter and wait for your next message and I am ready to dive in and discover things in your harmonious family deeper.

We welcome you to join our family with a happy heart sitting under the spring leaves that radiate its comfort. Be sure to see our TAKEN LIST before sending us a letter here @DelaireBot. “We want people who intend and need a family. We strictly do not accept people who have multiple families, spy, clone acc, etc.” Thank you for your consideration, good luck!

(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @TheWalst, @ElRoyaIe, and @TargaryenEmpire steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ