#thingsyousaid

118 posts
  • starvour 4w

    O great fool!
    One that I am to heed to your lies
    The ones you told while we sat by the pool

    If I had seen through those eyes, the girl you idolize,
    There'd be no need for this conversation
    How could I have known you were a curse in disguise?

    Fanatical dedication?
    The only meal you fed was betrayal
    Large enough to feed a generation

    I heard your lips say "we'll both walk down this aisle"
    And your heart completed "in the arms of another"
    But how could I hear? I'm just mortal

    Now I'm looking through those eyes or the holes rather
    And all there is, is decayed matter
    I'm searching for things you didn't say but all there is, is Cadaver.


    #thingsyousaid #terzarima #blues #wod @writerscontent @miraquill

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    THINGS YOU DIDN'T SAY AT ALL

    ©starvour

  • gayatrim_2002 5w

    Said too quietly

    It was the initial beginning of periods
    Shhhhhh!!
    The mother told me to be quiet,
    Probably I did a crime,
    If I spoke to anyone, even to my own
    I was being restricted by aspects of existence
    Are monthlies such a curse?
    Times being immature and uneducated, to recognise
    Being quiet was my destiny
    I died in pain, keeping a crime behind quiet
    The cries, pain, and anxiety hushed up
    Isn't easy to even ask, why?
    Those terrifying replies she lent,
    Unlike this was a serious mistake
    During heretic days shhh!!
    Alarmingly she said, impure doesn't sniff
    Is any rapist, or murderer ever surrounded by constraint,
    Is our law such shaky
    Menstruation, a hanged to casualty indirectly.
    It was too quiet to speak in the hidden room of the dwelling
    Neither a pin noise shattered
    Shhhhh!!
    ©gayatrim_2002

  • karenallen284 7w

    Things you said at 3am

    What are we doing?
    Yes, you and I?
    How do you really see me?
    Are we both living a lie?

    How long more will we do this?
    This constant push and pull?
    I'm filling up your cup,
    until you tell me it's full.

    I don't mind being this person,
    I'll run as much as I can.
    I just need to know who we are,
    I need to know where we stand.

    What if this leads to nothing,
    and this is all in my head?
    Would these years just be,
    heaps of signs I misread?
    ©author_kmmartinez

  • karenallen284 7w

    Things you said under the stars sitting on the grass

    I can't see you baby girl,
    I feel your presence on my skin.
    What's it like where you are?
    Have you found your own kin?

    Thank you, my baby girl,
    You made me a mother of two.
    Though you're one of the stars,
    just know I'm always with you.

    It's Mother's Day, baby girl.
    the first for you and me.
    You aren't physically here,
    can you hear me whisper quietly?

    Whenever I want to feel you,
    I like to look up at the stars.
    Hope you're warm, safe and happy,
    wherever
    you
    are.
    ©author_kmmartinez

  • aleesa 7w

    [things i said at 3 am]

    His eyes were so blue,I could mistake them for an ocean or pearls with unknown origin. It seemed ike the universe had lost a part of itself and somehow adjusted in his eye-sockets. I told him everything about the way he looks a little broken and lost and everything about the way I want to love him in the emptiness and dark. I traced my glittering fingers over every wound and scar of his to let him know that I will be there to fix all of his fragments and calm the unsettling and chaotic hurricanes of his soul.


    [things i said too quietly]

    "your brokenness is piercing my soul" I whispered under my breath as he pushed me on the floor and I pierced my hand on the broken shards of the wine glass. The dripping blood mixed with the mahogany wine and an aura of betrayal filled the air. My brain started recalling every definition of the word abuse and I pushed the thought away. " He just needs some time" I said to myself quitely. Later that day he bought me my favourite flowers, daisies and lavenders and apologized for the chaos that revolves around him. The fresh fragrance of flowers tickled my nostrils and dried all the tears away.


    [things i didn't say at all]

    The rustle of falling autumn leaves and the stormy weather blended with the sound of hurricane that had originated somewhere within him, it was a kind of destructive force that was born to crush everything into chunks ; me, our home ,dying summer and all the happiness. I accepted the fall of universe without any rebellion just like the summer had surrendered itself completely to another season. I didn't try to stop him when he crushed all of the memories we had been building since years neither did I say anything about the blinding darkness that was making me lose parts of myself.


    [things i said under the stars]

    "It's a beautiful feeling to choose yourself over all the mess. No other person can fix the brokenness of another human. For the injured and broken parts demand self love, flooding from emptiness of ones own heart", I said to myself as I felt the dewy grass beneath of cold feet. Every inch of my skin was twitching with bliss as I stared at the empty yet starry sky and promised to choose myself over everything, again and again.
    ~ Aleesa Khan
    _______________________
    @miraquill @writersnetwork #thingsyousaid

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  • joybirdpoetry 7w

    #thingsyousaid #pod #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill @murryben

    Meek

    You fold the washing
    whispering loving words into every tidy crease
    in the hope that when someone shakes out
    the sheets and towels and pyjamas
    they perhaps might hear them fall out

    but they drop surreptiously and disappear
    rolling under the refrigerator
    to languish with the frozen peas.

    When you drive to the supermarket
    you converse angrily with the cars coming madly
    towards you in the opposite direction
    and braking suddenly in front of you at the lights

    and as you push the shopping trolley
    past the colourful apples on jaunty display
    you lodge kind words in amongst the Pink Ladies
    and Granny Smiths in a bid to make them sweeter.

    You talk wisely to an old dog while out walking
    through the park where the birds flock madly
    your voice engulfed in the shrieks and cries
    of a thousand avian intruders

    and at the water's edge where the dog hydrates
    the current catches your vowels and consonants
    that will trickle on down the stormwater drains
    and eventually flow out to sea
    joining an alphabet soup of lost wisdom.

    In bed at night the stars strain to listen to
    the dialogue between your dreams in deep REM
    where you cry to be heard but hear your own cries
    and the timidity of your own disposition
    haunts you

    and you wish upon every single one of those stars
    to give you a voice that can be heard
    because above all else you just want to be heard.

    But all those words that you wanted so desperately
    to shout out to the world -

    are the things you said too quietly.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

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    Meek

    You fold the washing
    whispering loving words into every tidy crease
    in the hope that when someone shakes out
    the sheets and towels and pyjamas
    they perhaps might hear them fall out

    but they drop surreptiously and disappear
    rolling under the refrigerator
    to languish with the frozen peas.

    When you drive to the supermarket
    you converse angrily with the cars coming madly
    towards you in the opposite direction
    and braking suddenly in front of you at the lights

    and as you push the shopping trolley
    past the colourful apples on jaunty display
    you lodge kind words in amongst the Pink Ladies
    and Granny Smiths in a bid to make them sweeter.

    You talk wisely to an old dog while out walking
    through the park where the birds flock madly
    your voice engulfed in the shrieks and cries
    of a thousand avian intruders

    and at the water's edge where the dog hydrates
    the current catches your vowels and consonants
    that will trickle on down the stormwater drains
    and eventually flow out to sea
    joining an alphabet soup of lost wisdom.

    In bed at night the stars strain to listen to
    the dialogue between your dreams in deep REM
    where you cry to be heard but hear your own cries
    and the timidity of your own disposition
    haunts you

    and you wish upon every single one of those stars
    to give you a voice that can be heard
    because above all else you just want to be heard.

    But all those words that you wanted so desperately
    to shout out to the world -

    are the things you said too quietly.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

  • abhayrao 7w

    Things you didn't say at all

    Unscathed, untouched, unhurt by debris
    Demolition crew of one, so stealthy
    Clinical implosion, this abyss never fills
    Surgical precision, so slowly it kills
    Struck by all the things you never said
    Screaming so loudly within my head
    Not the promises made, nor those broken
    Hurt by those words, you left unspoken
    Just a question, a choice, a say...
    All i needed was one word, stay
    Don't leave my side
    Come along for the ride
    Love me a bit longer, it's not the last call
    Broken by those things, you didn't say at all
    ©abhayrao

  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 7w

    #cees_hangman #thingsyousaid #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork @luvnotes_challenge_host #trudgingtowardsthetruth© (all rights reserved)

    "STILL TRUDGING ON.."

    I trudge
    Towards my truth
    As much
    As I run away..

    But to the Lord
    I fervently pray..

    "Oh lord won't you save me from the Hangmans noose?
    My thoughts are wild
    And on the loose.."

    But
    Truth
    Is like
    A liquid
    Gold River..

    Pure with its
    Rarity and scarcity
    And beauty, in its shimmer..

    I will follow that river
    For
    I will not live
    This rare gift of life
    In vain..

    Writing out
    With lightning Strikes
    Into that
    Which..
    Poetry is made.

    The words forming
    As the thunderous clouds will..

    Or'
    Lookin'
    The cliffs
    Swirling
    Dark and impregnated
    Swoll, With face-less pain
    FACED..

    And I will trudge
    Towards the truth
    As a Valkyrie warrior
    Purposely and Steady..

    Ready to ride
    The Nightmare skies
    -Not away- but towards..

    For I shall NOT give in
    To live this life in vain!

    Or merely wish, to exist
    As electric magnenity
    That passes through
    You and me..

    Through Crystals
    And trees
    Through air
    And rains..

    It's just not quite enough
    Just an electric
    Synaptic blaze..

    ALMOST
    The light I seek..

    To rekindle SOMETHING
    Inside of me
    When I'm feeling
    Lost and weak..

    "Oh! Lord won't you save me
    From the hangmans noose?
    My thoughts are wild
    And on the loose"

    Drifting
    Into a head
    Of electric fog..

    That creeps up
    Zapping us right into
    The spirit..

    That reminds us
    That our light
    Does not die in this world..

    (ORR we need not worry
    Our dream world
    Is next to die
    Where our pen is left
    Carelessly to lie..)

    In a way
    I cannot let happen
    Because, I refuse
    To write about
    This life in vain..

    I pass on my spirit..

    As slow Disappearing parchment
    Slipping away with words
    I've always wanted to say..

    But not in this way
    On my darkest of days..

    My words
    Must not
    Leave a mark
    Black and blue..

    But, sometimes
    Through fear
    I feel like
    Running and running
    From me, not you..

    And
    "From the hangmans noose
    With these thoughts
    That are wild
    And on the loose.."

    Blood free now
    From poisons
    Are healing
    Not soul staining..

    Because like that
    I cannot afford
    To live..

    To treat my or your
    Precious life
    As vain..

    This is what
    It can look like
    Without the sparkling
    And
    With little Life..

    Or life, little
    With enlightenment..

    So, I trudge towards
    The absolute Truth
    And stark Beauty
    Of ALL suffering..

    As it sneaks out
    From you and me and us
    All of this pain..

    I will not voicelessly witness
    This suffered living, in vain..

    "Oh! Lord won't you save us
    From the hangmans noose?"
    "Our thoughts are wild
    And running loose.."

    But, we'll let ourselves feel
    The touch of clarity and light
    And we'll see
    Exquisiteness, so true
    In all of our perfect darknesses
    Seeking the colors, bright..

    Because
    WE will not
    Have
    Lived this life in vain!
    Together
    We fight..

    And for this, a granted wish
    That I shall not live
    My little life
    In a little way..

    Even when the biggest way
    Today
    I'll live
    Is to leave the light on
    The entire day..

    To NOT
    Hide within my
    Sleep
    And/or screaming dreams..

    To take this dreamed up spark
    And light up the dark
    A bonfire
    That crackles
    Dances and entrances..

    This life
    On this day
    That I will not
    Trudge in vain..

    And by the "hangmans noose"
    I will not hang..

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    "Still Trudging On..*BOOK VERSION

    *My re-edited, finalized book version, the last poem in my book, (thank you Carolyn for giving me the final missing piece!) coming out mid-summer, yayyy!! (Hope y' all aren't tired of reading this and thank you for all your support as I worked to complete it!)

  • msushil 7w

    Things you said at 3am,
    To me
    Through your absent
    Yet visible face
    Remind me the days
    When lion in me roared
    To every occasion.
    Callous was the society
    And your silence
    To silence me
    For lifetime.



    #thingsyousaid
    #wod

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    ©msushil

  • nivyaangelin 7w

    THINGS I DIDNT SAY AT ALL

    i never said out loud
    that i want to be loved,
    not like the short lasting
    day that has time running
    without knowing, but like
    the time that never runs fast.

    i never said out loud
    that i want to be valued,
    more than all the joy
    you had, more that all
    the stones you own.

    i never said out loud
    that my back hurts,
    when i sit up too straight
    for many hours, more focused
    than more noticeable.

    i never said out loud
    that im terrified about
    the day you will leave me,
    when i will have no one
    except me, to stand up
    and say, "i knew this was coming"

    i never said out loud
    that loving a dog is more
    fine than loving a human
    because i never wanted to
    value a dog more than i
    valued you.

    i never said out loud
    that im afraid of my mother's
    age, just like the sunflowers
    that eventually wilt.

    i never said out loud
    that i love fights.


    n i v y a

  • aureliaoftheforest 7w

    My love

    My sweetheart.
    The one my heart beats for.
    The only one I live for.
    These and many more things you said to me at 3am.

    Now I'm here waiting but you are long gone.
    ©aureliaoftheforest

  • missdontknowwhattofeel 7w

    Things you didn't say at all
    Things I wish you had said
    Things I didn't say
    Things I held back on
    Things I wish I had voiced out!
    Put a claim! Marked my territory!
    Things that are better left buried for the sake of all
    Things you considered selfish
    Things I was greedy for
    Things I longed for
    Things that can never be mine

    They are all things that I should stop desiring
    But this weak tempted mind
    Won't stop making scenarios
    Wishing they had all come true
    Even though making it true would have corrupted what we have
    Looking for a way in the past where everything would have worked out well
    Worked out according to our desires

    ©missdontknowwhattofeel

  • fromwitchpen 7w

    Ahh, even how many breaks I take still I can't stop ranting about this place . I sincerely hate myself for writing all this . I SUCKS dude!!
    Chlo hojy phr again ^-^

    #thingsyousaid
    ..........

    Things You-I didn't say at all .


    I came here during 2020 pandemic. All tired of this world my mind was filled with suicidal thoughts. Before coming I'd gone through depression and yk what happens after that it feels all void . Empty . Silent . And . Dark . In the past I've lived those situations which were unlivable. Before coming home (here) I used to write diaries, I remember I burnt my 2 favorite diaries and a week after I discovered Mirakee . Curiosity was on its peak. I tiptoed in and felt so warm . @/thelunareclipse I can give her the credits for teaching me everything. She became my first friend. Till half year I met a few people and made good connections with them . I never knew about haters, reposts, pods and popular section. Cause I was a budding writer and my style was very childish I used to apply the same style again and after again which made it difficult for me in the start to get that much recognition. I was all like those who are in discover section now (Hi-fi poets never stop writing you'll reach heights one day In Sha Allah) . But I was happy.
    Why I was happy ?
    Cause there was no race at that time . It was all peaceful. It was like a second home . One can play here, enjoy the evenings with memes and users . Everyday was a sunshine in my life . It made me smile , laugh and gave me hope in times when I forgot what actually life means. Later , I fall in love with someone here :D I can say still in love but dude there is a long road betwixt our countries and yeah no chance to get him . I kept it secret till 9 and a half months . After that I got an opportunity to talk and confess to him ughh, and unconsciously our bond got stronger as friends. Telling you all cause it happens here . I don't know but you can fall in love accidentally here . I'm talking about pure love not nibba nibbi things :D Don't be afraid when you feel something like this if you can then hide your feelings and suppress your emotions if you can't then just go and confess. It gives you a new direction about what to do next . You don't regret it later . (I know I'm talking like love guru now :) Moving on, after many many many months I got First WN repost well what an insane person I was but I celebrated that day like a buddhu I'm . Then it became a habit reposts if not reposts then EC. My father says 'When you get something unexpected and you keep getting it a time come when you stop thanking about it and you'll get greedy to have more . Save yourself from that day" . But as a human I'm I couldn't understand till I experience. Firstly I got something like this after a long gap and in my whole life I can say I achieved something at that time people started complementing me and it encouraged me but then came days when I got a low reach very few supported me at that time but this thing triggered me. Suddenly I started writing like a maniac' everyday. At night I used to learn heavy words to use them in my write up next day . And a day came when I got my first pod . It felt so good . I was astonished cause honestly speaking that piece wasn't my best . But I again celebrated that day like a buddhu I'm xD I got into limelight . Inspiration a star a talented poetess I don't know people used to call me this all and I started getting hungry for more and more and more and so on. Whatever, in this period I got deceived by few so called friends. Cause I was famous '-' so whenever anything controversial happened people used to notify me beforehand. I got into few fights, I remember at times many guys used my profile pic and used inappropriate words about me . It made me bewildered and hurt but I kept writing. I didn't stop. Then one day in all this limelight and famousness I created havoc here. I still can't forgive myself for messing up the peace here at that time. For the first time in my journey here I hurted my closed ones , they were embarrassed because of me and I realized my mistake later . Whatever, in few days things got right again . After I breathed out of all the controversies and stuff like that I remembered my cause of being here. Now jealousy crept in my bones. (You'll laugh but) whenever I used to read blah blah blah got a pod . Or the number of users who used to get repost daily I started to abhor myself. My magic evaporated in the smell of obsession taking me towards destruction. Mirakee was an addiction for me and the panel of followers, likes and repost were my only source of happiness. Maybe no one will confess it here but everyone go through this stage during this journey. Again I got pod. Again in more powerful limelight. But never I thought of myself as a genuine writer . Who can be a genuine writer? The one who don't need someone's appreciation to keep oozing out metaphors. He knows his compatibility and the way to use the hidden treasure he got, anonymously. I completed an year here. I remained like this till November 2021. My all friends, those who supported me this place and the sincerity of my home vanished, it faded somewhere in the spaces. My life turned into a rollercoaster. Ups and downs. Things changed and so situations this made me change. In the mid of Dec 2021 I left Miraquill forever. To start a new chapter of my life with so many expectations (as always expectations kills) . In the end of Feb 2022 I remember I came again to leave . Cause even now I was getting continuous attention and reposts but I wasn't feeling that home anymore. In April 2022 I kept playing hide-and-seek with you all. And as I said expectations kills, I got killed :P To live and lead your life more happily sometimes you have to give up on things, people and mainly on few relationships. I was and I'm walking on thorns these days. Its hard to stand anymore but I'm trying. It's hard to keep myself here anymore but I'm trying. I need sometime.
    But in this whole period I learned life is so cruel. A few likes, followers and not having attention from an admin is nothing when you have to cut a piece of your body to breath, to strive, to live cause you know if you keep it attached in thy body your heart will get rotten and death will hug you.
    I learned the definition of HOPE.
    It is something that is giving me a sparkle to still keep walking. It is so deep and truly untrue at the same time but its the bestest pill of this world which can blow a new life in your flesh.

    In the end, I shared my everything with you all cause I don't want somebody else to do the same mistakes I did . These are the things I never said at all but now I'm opening up cause I want YOU to smile rather than cry for such little things which are just numbers. Remember age is also a number before it's too late, change your mindset and make yourself resplendent.

    THANK-YOU for reading :)

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    'Neath all ovals to create circles and bitter curds mistaken as door to luck. Gigantic mansions and shopping malls to show the richness of oneself. From the sixer of kholi to India-Pak world cups. Cancer patients, miscarriages or fraudulent activities. A sharp pencil stronger than a sword and a writer everytime takes the first step to bring change, his words are stronger than any type of thaumaturgy. He can very profoundly wrap any situation or misconception through his quill cause not everyone has that power which we possess .
    ©fromwitchpen

  • sweedle 7w

    Things you said at 3 AM
    are trapped in the abandoned attic at the corner.


    They eat up dust and darkness, the words are hidden underneath layers of unfulfilled promises. I think about the savory sweetness you offered me that early morning, where has all the love gone ?

    I forget everything that happens during the day and go back to when the clock struck three and you were the only company I longed for. This is madness but I want to pursue it, I have nothing else to obsess about for the wee hours of my lonely routine.

    The attic calls to me but I ponder if you had something more to add to our little tryst.

    © Sweedle

  • empress_hinata 7w

    Things you said @3am

    I will get through everything,
    The past will all be forgotten,
    If you are depressed remember those in worst situation than you,
    If you want to cry then cry, as no one sees you at 3am,
    When you love, then put all your heart to your maker,
    When you can't sleep then pray for things to get better and your worries will be extinguished.
    Read the words that give you hope,
    And show remorse and repentance for the one you have wronged.
    Then show gratitude for the blessings you have and maybe that will make you feel a little better of things you really want/ need but couldn't get it.
    Tomorrow will be a new day!
    ©empress_hinata
    05 May 2022
    10:40, Thursdays

  • chattery_marshmellow 7w

    Things You Said At 3 Am

    It's funny,
    Not really
    But She will cover the pain thinking it to be so.....
    It makes it easier that way you see....
    3 years back from now, her heart never knew that it would ever ooze out it's pain under such a titled poetry
    It never knew that things really do change....
    Looking back in time, there's this feeling of things being so perfect
    But today when these eyes and heart have seen and felt the truth....
    She wishes the cover could have been undone
    She wishes those 3 Am nights could disappear from her memory
    She wishes the words whispered with love could vanish from her head
    She wishes she could have caged her heart without letting it feel the love
    She wishes she could go back in time and cuddle herself up and tell her heart to not fall for words that were meant to break her further..
    She wishes she could turn back time only once to stop herself from thinking that Yes, her story is a fairy tale and she's the princess who's loved and cared...
    She now knows life unfolds in really uncertain ways,
    Ahhh...but wish that little one knew this too...
    Too new for this world maybe she was,
    Glad no more the same gullible one...
    Life does teach us a lot
    It's not always cherries and rainbows
    There has to be rain for the flower to grow
    A Kindle of hope still lightening within her, this heart will accept all that's said and done
    For within her there's a storm that knows it will find its way for a better future.....
    ©chattery_marshmellow

  • poetrusic_sam 7w

    Funny

    It's funny how the things you said at 3 am ,
    doesn't make any sense at 3 pm at all .
    It's funny to even think what I thought about us ,
    Wasn't about us at all .
    It's funny how I don't find anything funny no more ,
    No more do I like to sing .
    It's funny how I keep expecting a love letter out of the blue ...
    How foolishly I wait for that ring .
    It's funny that all I gave
    was just so funny to you in the end .
    So it's funny the last time I buried you ,
    I didn't even felt the pain .




    ©poetrusic_sam

  • nehahemaraj 7w

    Things you said,
    Under the stars,
    Sitting on the high coarse grass,
    Fingers criss crossed,
    the sacred vows,
    Soul sighed scarlet.

    Things you said,
    Too quietly, intimidatingly,
    In hushed tones,
    As your lips brushed,
    My crimson ear lobes,
    Evident flush kissed my cheeks.

    Things you said,
    At 3:00 a.m,
    Raw and real,
    Peeled our multitude layers of vulnerabilities,
    Kissed away my fears,
    And wrapped us with adamantine trust.

    And the things,
    You didn't say at all,
    The ones you took along,
    But the metaphors,
    Of your silence,
    Made all the noise.

    ©nehahemaraj

    #thingsyousaid

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    ©nehahemaraj

  • sproutedseeds 7w

    A mother's feeling is potrayed understanding about her son's inner turmoil, to fulfill his responsibility

    Her eldest son had to take up a job abroad
    to take care of his siblings after she lost her husband.

    Her son was very understanding and loving
    who could not see his mother in misery.
    So took up a job abroad to earn better.
    But has never been away from his family
    especially his mom.

    #wod #thingsyousaid #writersnetwork
    #miraquill

    @writersnetwork thank you for the like ❤️
    @miraquill thank you for editor's choice ❤️

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    Things you didn't say at all

    Your absence kills me, my son,
    reminds me of all the things you said
    at 3 am before your flight took off.

    Your gestures were enough to
    understand your inner turmoil
    things you didn't say at all but
    could be heard whispering into my ears
    your fears, fright, but had to take this
    leap of faith to balance the situation
    here.

    ©sproutedseeds
    05.05.22