You Told Me To Stop Loving You But I Couldn't, Instead You Stopped, And Yet I Couldn't.

i knew what i wrote was real when it scared me to write it

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 🌻

Sometimes my soul drenched in pain and agony cries, cries out loud to hear your voice.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: sparkling, inextinguishable eyes. END ID]

The wind overwhelms me, the dusk overwhelms me, the cars, the lights, the crowd, the emptiness, the dark, the light, everything overwhelms me. The dews on the veins, the mourning birds, the talking grains and the longing trains. Everything aches, everything burns, everything overwhelms. The existence, and the disappearance.

-Ann 🌻

On World Photography day here are few of my most favourite pictures that i have clicked 💛

Sky's pink as she is shy,

we're looking at it's beauty and she wonders why?

We're all like the sunset skies ✨

You glow bright and then fade away, like a dream at night meaning nothing when it's day.

Anneshwa ✨

Mary Karr, in “Facing Altars: Poetry and Prayer”

Say something I'm giving up on you

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