☆/ 𝑺he smells of espresso mornings and
letters left untouched beneath the amber glow.

ㅤㅤ** my soul writes in sepia-tinted verses, tender ink,
and slow-brewed words, steeped in silence & the warmth of old pages, epj 12. 🧸🧸

brown poetry blooms where forgotten footsteps rest. @phanhtita . 🧸🧸 *:･