Dear Me,

An euphonious evening,

amiable collection of hues,

changing forever,

till they're hugged by the darkness.

The sky plays beautiful rhythms,

and tunes can be heard for moments,

before silence grasps everything.

The beauty of a rhythmic sunset ✨

-Anneshwa 🌻

I would need infinite words to explain my vast love for you, i would need infinite minutes and hours and weeks and years. I would need infinite moments to make you feel the depth of my love. I would need infinite hugs to make you feel the true warmth of our bond. I want our love to exist for eons and for it to end it when infinity ends ✨💛💙

九溪烟树 jiuxiyanshu, hangzhou, zhejiang province by 视觉影像杨

Your eyes ignited the unexpected wildfires that my little cottage heart wasn't ready for. Now, i burn, my home burns and your eyes burn while watching everything else flaring into ashes.

Anneshwa Paul

it is true, we do not know the existence of something, until it is felt in one way or another. the sunset was not known, before its brilliance in crimson, blush, and magenta was seen evolving across someone’s vision. thunder was not feared and hidden from until it was heard booming into a person’s eardrums. sunlight was not warm until it gazed upon a strangers naked skin. and i am forever misunderstood until my words land upon the hearts that need them the most. and what could be more prevailingly real than that.

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”

— Robert Frost

✨✨

she belongs in a museum of flowers, folded between the pages of a book to dry

A sunny morning, loud chirps of the morning birds, and soothing mellow hymns of the rustling leaves

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*