20/02/2024
If a writer loves you, you'll never die
— Timysmb —
In the twilight of ink-stained pages, a writer pleaded with her muse, a delicate soul named Jhone. "Stay," she implored, as the shadows of farewell loomed in his eyes. Yet, the muse, like a fleeting wisp of inspiration, slipped through his grasp.
In the wake of his departure, the writer's quill trembled, desperate to capture the essence of a love slipping into the realm of memory. He etched verses, each line a plea for her to linger within the sacred spaces of her words. "Let not the echoes of your laughter fade," she wrote, ink bleeding with the ache of separation.
As seasons changed and the world spun, the writer became a sorcerer of language, conjuring stanzas that whispered of their stolen moments. He painted the canvas of eternity with the hues of their shared dreams, crafting a mosaic of love that transcended the boundaries of mortal existence.
And so, in the quiet of moonlit nights, the writer's verses became a sanctuary where Jhone's spirit found solace. He lingered in the spaces between lines, a spectral presence held captive by the ink-stained pages of their unfinished symphony.
In the end, the writer discovered an immortal truth: if a writer loves you, you'll never die. For within the sacred cocoon of poetry, the ephemeral handsomeness of Jhone found sanctuary, a timeless refuge where love, once lost, became eternal.
— open for criticism
— plagiarism is a crime
౨ৎ good morning, moots. before you die experience the love of a writer, painter, and hoomans that loves to do recreational activities, not those who stay up on social media 24/7.
