Stars bruised night’s jaw in violet freckles, their glow throbbing like wounds salted by distance. I kissed their light through glass, lips cracked on frost’s brittle smile.

Totally agree, light humming mercy across soft hills.

This caption hums like dusk stitched with rivers of burning frost.

Absolutely, this view hums old lullabies.

This feels like wind combing through wet hair.

This caption melted dawn into starlight flames curled in moss.

Who else feels the need to close their eyes and stay here?

This caption curled hush roots into frost petals softly.

True words, looks like an old prayer stitched in color.

A frame where light and leaves wrote their vows.

Your words melted lightning rain into the knots of my breath.