Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Rain tongued elegies across the sill, its gray gospel slobbering vowels through glass. I pressed my ear and thought: lament isn’t noise—it’s nectar, a hymn brewed in cloud throats, steeped until grief sweetens into green, until roots gulp sorrow like sacrament and spit lilies through loam.
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Paka Pad
@pakapad
Nature just keeps outdoing itself. Honestly, how is this real. This belongs on my wall
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Can’t believe this is even real
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