stairs to heaven
cloud walk
going down the slide
loving is not a sin
only
sometimes it's not easy
cloud walk
going down the slide
loving is not a sin
only
sometimes it's not easy
November 29, 2025 at 10:58 AM
stairs to heaven
cloud walk
going down the slide
loving is not a sin
only
sometimes it's not easy
cloud walk
going down the slide
loving is not a sin
only
sometimes it's not easy
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Sweet dreams, Bluesky ✨💖
Everyone wants
to be a muse
I have only two
me..
..and you
~M. Mann
#photography #poetry #leaves #muse #naturephotography
#autumn #eastcoastkin
Everyone wants
to be a muse
I have only two
me..
..and you
~M. Mann
#photography #poetry #leaves #muse #naturephotography
#autumn #eastcoastkin
November 26, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Sweet dreams, Bluesky ✨💖
Everyone wants
to be a muse
I have only two
me..
..and you
~M. Mann
#photography #poetry #leaves #muse #naturephotography
#autumn #eastcoastkin
Everyone wants
to be a muse
I have only two
me..
..and you
~M. Mann
#photography #poetry #leaves #muse #naturephotography
#autumn #eastcoastkin
If words fall silent,
silence itself will speak.
Between us, no shadows linger,
no thought remains half‑spoken.
We did not choose with reason,
we chose with the heart—
walking that fragile thread
between waking and dream.
No distance can divide us....
silence itself will speak.
Between us, no shadows linger,
no thought remains half‑spoken.
We did not choose with reason,
we chose with the heart—
walking that fragile thread
between waking and dream.
No distance can divide us....
November 26, 2025 at 8:56 AM
If words fall silent,
silence itself will speak.
Between us, no shadows linger,
no thought remains half‑spoken.
We did not choose with reason,
we chose with the heart—
walking that fragile thread
between waking and dream.
No distance can divide us....
silence itself will speak.
Between us, no shadows linger,
no thought remains half‑spoken.
We did not choose with reason,
we chose with the heart—
walking that fragile thread
between waking and dream.
No distance can divide us....
the first snowflake becomes a tear on the face
tenderness is a long forgotten feeling
I wonder if love can become a business
if there is emotion in the heart
I know though
paying for love only kills the soul
tenderness is a long forgotten feeling
I wonder if love can become a business
if there is emotion in the heart
I know though
paying for love only kills the soul
November 25, 2025 at 10:27 PM
the first snowflake becomes a tear on the face
tenderness is a long forgotten feeling
I wonder if love can become a business
if there is emotion in the heart
I know though
paying for love only kills the soul
tenderness is a long forgotten feeling
I wonder if love can become a business
if there is emotion in the heart
I know though
paying for love only kills the soul
November 13, 2025 at 6:44 AM
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