Meenat_A_Yandoma

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Hello.
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          I hope this message finds you well. I'm excited to recommend my book, "Hearts Entwined in Jannah," to you. It's a captivating story that promises daily updates with your support through votes and comments. I sincerely hope you fall in love with my writing. Don't forget to give me a follow if you enjoy the journey.
          
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (28th december 2022) 
          
          hidden parks and streams like earthquakes; what has fallen, what has suffocated lustrous. burning flocks of yarned succors, thousand cuts on a black december. with darkness there is no sight, no diversity, no light; what is underneath, how much pain unseen. 
          
          spruced thunder and rain that shivers; bones of roses, salt that slivers. rainbow that crinkles and wrinkles evanescent; equinoxes that confess, odes that raucously bleed. naive dew with dragonflies of sunsets, knots consumed, blush of ashes frozen. 
          
          vivid breaths, dawn that palpitates; speckled red that glows, ocean water thickens with native noor.  a fortresses of mares and massacres; persimmons and rose quenched murderers. waist caressed with waterfalls, stories of prison; what if simple steps should be celebrated? 
          
          scarce metaphors, ignited honour; orange burns, peripheral endurance like november's. chestnut crowns, mysterious surrenders; wandering spines and vivacious respect. allow the storm to scream, to be verocious; you must remain silent, you must have it betrayed. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (25th december 2022) 
          
          a seed sowed into a breast dipped in mellow, an orbit marked by nectar. drenched in sap, the blood of war, lights stiff and crumbs dripping wet. allow pines to wither, borrow clouds from the whispers of the weather; a shadow grieves, a sky dies. 
          
          a tongue that speaks, gravity that pulls; too much force, and brush strokes harden. a sliver of forest, a human laugh; blends through twilight, an ecosystem forms. basswood power, eroding heads; what brings pride carries with it the ability to decay. 
          
          blessed roots and fiddled minds; if the beginnings are profound, evil least lasts. ripples and strands, glass windows with scars; agoraphobia is home to those who have burnt. streamlets of wind, the moon that laughs; the world is healthy only if it lasts. 
          
          heterogenous planets, masculine strength; there is destruction with misconstrued judgments. harboured reflections and petals of sysirinchium; mirrors break everyday with invisible distortions. never assume safety stays, house as help; the devil preys for its victims in the morning rays. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (22nd december 2022) 
          
          grasp the knuckles, hold fear like gold; there is passion in black, there is a spectrum of truth in all thunders. process the baubles of celebrations tenderly, venture early through mishaps terrible; where one sorrow settles, another blossoms. 
          
          track the flames of joy and homes of tender buttresses; enjoy tunnelling paths like worms, enjoy the sport of fulgence. a rainbow of paroxysms,  with fleeting edges of juvenile feathers; two rights rarely understand one another. 
          
          distinguish snow between its home and the second, what is consumed by it is eaten by another. forge the candelabrum, halt at fatal essences; where a mind breeds heartbeats like cactus water. 
          
          swept by silence, kept by roars; what is a mind then except for a fragment of frosted tomorrow? an envelope ensconced like an island dipped in fever, carriage of blood melted in a tide of camphor. it is rough, it is a battle; what is any weapon inside a cave, a cave of darkness?  
           #adropofhumanity