NEW RELEASE:🦋REALMS OF MY SOUL 🦋 Everyone has a story to tell. Welcome to my self-growth journey.💫 "A magnificent poetry series, life-changing, and soul-renewing. I highly recommend it to everyone seeking to change and find their truth." -@halo_scot authorlalialove.com/

Light thrums through my cells— a trembling #language of fire rewriting my soul. #vss365

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #fairytalepoets #breatheprompt #Geography of an author's heart, my lines tell a story. Where's my Snow Moon, on this winter night did he November his reflection in the crimson lake that streams evolving elations, for you're not encased by the wandering night has she led you astray to sky in the light of day, for the sun will not welcome your very essence that I've grown to love!... Pinterest

#Martian winds exhale, red dusk bleeding through the void— memory unfurls. #vss365

NEW RELEASE:🦋REALMS OF MY SOUL 🦋 Everyone has a story to tell. Welcome to my self-growth journey.💫 "A magnificent poetry series, life-changing, and soul-renewing. I highly recommend it to everyone seeking to change and find their truth." -@halo_scot authorlalialove.com/

Not all angels fall. Some remember their wings. 🪽

Interstellar Herald It drifted from stars where our first light was born, through silence, through ages, through veils we have worn; not omen, nor sage— but a galactic message, a signal that home was never forlorn. 🎥 #3IATLAS #vss365

Stardust stirs my bones, cells braid #heliacal song— I become the dawn. #vss365

#Unseen starfire stirs, her womb pours galaxies whole, Earth remembers Her. #vss365

Ashes breathe her name; ancestral #energy cracks the tomb of forgetting. #vss365

Before they named her witch, she walked the seam where sky and soil in ancient union lay; the forests moved around her like a dream, their roots remembering her sovereign sway. She spoke in wind-tongue, gentle as the showers, her palm—a #saucer full of silver stars; all rivers bent to her in lucid hours, for earth recalled her long before the scars. She was the axis seasons leaned upon, the hush that kept the world in breathing grace; no exile now returning with the dawn— it is the earth relearning her own face. She does not rise as something newly born: balance remembers who preceded form. #vss365