Dr. Deepak Dev
@drdeepakdev.bsky.social
Published poet by chance 😝, IT geek by choice 💻 finding beauty in the journey, joy in the little things, and meaning in every voice. https://linktr.ee/drdeepakdev
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EVERYTHING, OR NOTHING AT ALL
A year rewritten in margins, silences and controlled releases.
What began in systems ended in sentences.
What was trained to disappear learned how to speak.
Some years don’t change you.
They archive you differently.
#itsashenelthing #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
A year rewritten in margins, silences and controlled releases.
What began in systems ended in sentences.
What was trained to disappear learned how to speak.
Some years don’t change you.
They archive you differently.
#itsashenelthing #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
December 29, 2025 at 3:30 PM
EVERYTHING, OR NOTHING AT ALL
A year rewritten in margins, silences and controlled releases.
What began in systems ended in sentences.
What was trained to disappear learned how to speak.
Some years don’t change you.
They archive you differently.
#itsashenelthing #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
A year rewritten in margins, silences and controlled releases.
What began in systems ended in sentences.
What was trained to disappear learned how to speak.
Some years don’t change you.
They archive you differently.
#itsashenelthing #decemberprompts #justatry🙈
WHERE THE CONSTELLATIONS KEEP SCORE
December edits us quietly.
This piece lives in the margins between memory and accuracy, where silence keeps score and beauty refuses to soften what mattered.
Written for @poets_island
#decemberprompts #poets_island #creativewriting #justatry🙈
December edits us quietly.
This piece lives in the margins between memory and accuracy, where silence keeps score and beauty refuses to soften what mattered.
Written for @poets_island
#decemberprompts #poets_island #creativewriting #justatry🙈
December 29, 2025 at 10:31 AM
WHERE THE CONSTELLATIONS KEEP SCORE
December edits us quietly.
This piece lives in the margins between memory and accuracy, where silence keeps score and beauty refuses to soften what mattered.
Written for @poets_island
#decemberprompts #poets_island #creativewriting #justatry🙈
December edits us quietly.
This piece lives in the margins between memory and accuracy, where silence keeps score and beauty refuses to soften what mattered.
Written for @poets_island
#decemberprompts #poets_island #creativewriting #justatry🙈
WHAT THE HANDS REFUSE TO RELEASE
—after standing too long with weight
Some weights are visible.
The loneliest ones
teach the body first.
@cosmosofwriters @wild_ink_and_sunflowers
#cosmosofwriters #sundayserenades #micropoetry #poetrycommunity
—after standing too long with weight
Some weights are visible.
The loneliest ones
teach the body first.
@cosmosofwriters @wild_ink_and_sunflowers
#cosmosofwriters #sundayserenades #micropoetry #poetrycommunity
December 28, 2025 at 7:27 AM
WHAT THE HANDS REFUSE TO RELEASE
—after standing too long with weight
Some weights are visible.
The loneliest ones
teach the body first.
@cosmosofwriters @wild_ink_and_sunflowers
#cosmosofwriters #sundayserenades #micropoetry #poetrycommunity
—after standing too long with weight
Some weights are visible.
The loneliest ones
teach the body first.
@cosmosofwriters @wild_ink_and_sunflowers
#cosmosofwriters #sundayserenades #micropoetry #poetrycommunity
WHEN THE NIGHT FORGOT MY NAME
—on standing still while time keeps rehearsing
Between past and future,
I learned how standing still
can feel like resistance.
#poetrycommunity #existentialpoetry #stillness #cosmosofwriters #poeticreveries_
—on standing still while time keeps rehearsing
Between past and future,
I learned how standing still
can feel like resistance.
#poetrycommunity #existentialpoetry #stillness #cosmosofwriters #poeticreveries_
December 28, 2025 at 7:01 AM
WHEN THE NIGHT FORGOT MY NAME
—on standing still while time keeps rehearsing
Between past and future,
I learned how standing still
can feel like resistance.
#poetrycommunity #existentialpoetry #stillness #cosmosofwriters #poeticreveries_
—on standing still while time keeps rehearsing
Between past and future,
I learned how standing still
can feel like resistance.
#poetrycommunity #existentialpoetry #stillness #cosmosofwriters #poeticreveries_
INHABITUS
Some shifts arrive as quiet laws rather than decisions. This piece traces how meaning can inhabit without announcement, how change may occur without departure, and how certain truths choose residence over voice.
#creationkisprints #writerscommunity #poetry
Some shifts arrive as quiet laws rather than decisions. This piece traces how meaning can inhabit without announcement, how change may occur without departure, and how certain truths choose residence over voice.
#creationkisprints #writerscommunity #poetry
December 28, 2025 at 12:05 AM
INHABITUS
Some shifts arrive as quiet laws rather than decisions. This piece traces how meaning can inhabit without announcement, how change may occur without departure, and how certain truths choose residence over voice.
#creationkisprints #writerscommunity #poetry
Some shifts arrive as quiet laws rather than decisions. This piece traces how meaning can inhabit without announcement, how change may occur without departure, and how certain truths choose residence over voice.
#creationkisprints #writerscommunity #poetry
SLOW BURN, AFTER THE CLOCK
—desire without witnesses
Some desires don’t rush the moment.
They linger in glances, pauses, breath.
Restraint becomes its own heat,
until even silence feels warm.
@joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #spicysaturday #sensuality #poetry #passion #joscarpoetry
—desire without witnesses
Some desires don’t rush the moment.
They linger in glances, pauses, breath.
Restraint becomes its own heat,
until even silence feels warm.
@joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #spicysaturday #sensuality #poetry #passion #joscarpoetry
December 27, 2025 at 7:08 PM
SLOW BURN, AFTER THE CLOCK
—desire without witnesses
Some desires don’t rush the moment.
They linger in glances, pauses, breath.
Restraint becomes its own heat,
until even silence feels warm.
@joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #spicysaturday #sensuality #poetry #passion #joscarpoetry
—desire without witnesses
Some desires don’t rush the moment.
They linger in glances, pauses, breath.
Restraint becomes its own heat,
until even silence feels warm.
@joscar_poetry #poetrycommunity #spicysaturday #sensuality #poetry #passion #joscarpoetry
THE ARCHITECTURE OF APPEARANCE
What the world sees is often survival rehearsed.
What lives inside is quieter, truer, unfinished.
Between the two, we learn to breathe—
protecting the parts that don’t perform,
the selves that remain sacred.
#poetrycommunity #creativewriting
What the world sees is often survival rehearsed.
What lives inside is quieter, truer, unfinished.
Between the two, we learn to breathe—
protecting the parts that don’t perform,
the selves that remain sacred.
#poetrycommunity #creativewriting
December 27, 2025 at 9:02 AM
THE ARCHITECTURE OF APPEARANCE
What the world sees is often survival rehearsed.
What lives inside is quieter, truer, unfinished.
Between the two, we learn to breathe—
protecting the parts that don’t perform,
the selves that remain sacred.
#poetrycommunity #creativewriting
What the world sees is often survival rehearsed.
What lives inside is quieter, truer, unfinished.
Between the two, we learn to breathe—
protecting the parts that don’t perform,
the selves that remain sacred.
#poetrycommunity #creativewriting
FIX ME IS NOT A PRAYER
— a quiet note for the unbroken
I stopped asking the world to fix me
when I learned I was not broken—
only bruised by loving deeply,
only tired from surviving loudly,
only human in a season that mistakes healing for repair.
@flawedpoetssociety
#flawedpoetssociety_prompts
— a quiet note for the unbroken
I stopped asking the world to fix me
when I learned I was not broken—
only bruised by loving deeply,
only tired from surviving loudly,
only human in a season that mistakes healing for repair.
@flawedpoetssociety
#flawedpoetssociety_prompts
December 26, 2025 at 8:53 PM
FIX ME IS NOT A PRAYER
— a quiet note for the unbroken
I stopped asking the world to fix me
when I learned I was not broken—
only bruised by loving deeply,
only tired from surviving loudly,
only human in a season that mistakes healing for repair.
@flawedpoetssociety
#flawedpoetssociety_prompts
— a quiet note for the unbroken
I stopped asking the world to fix me
when I learned I was not broken—
only bruised by loving deeply,
only tired from surviving loudly,
only human in a season that mistakes healing for repair.
@flawedpoetssociety
#flawedpoetssociety_prompts
THE GLASS THAT HOLDS BREATH
— a marginal note to December
At The Winter Window, dawn pauses; breath fogs glass, grief warms memory, snow listens—while the world outside learns silence is also a form of care.
@whispering_tales_4 #TheWinterWindow #FridayChallenge
— a marginal note to December
At The Winter Window, dawn pauses; breath fogs glass, grief warms memory, snow listens—while the world outside learns silence is also a form of care.
@whispering_tales_4 #TheWinterWindow #FridayChallenge
December 26, 2025 at 1:50 PM
THE GLASS THAT HOLDS BREATH
— a marginal note to December
At The Winter Window, dawn pauses; breath fogs glass, grief warms memory, snow listens—while the world outside learns silence is also a form of care.
@whispering_tales_4 #TheWinterWindow #FridayChallenge
— a marginal note to December
At The Winter Window, dawn pauses; breath fogs glass, grief warms memory, snow listens—while the world outside learns silence is also a form of care.
@whispering_tales_4 #TheWinterWindow #FridayChallenge
THE WORLD, AT YEAR’S EDGE
As the year loosens its grip, the world chooses light.
Not because all is healed, but because illumination is courage.
Between farewell and beginning, may we carry what mattered gently—and step forward with quiet hope.
@brushandpentales #cosmosprompts #thursdaytwilight
As the year loosens its grip, the world chooses light.
Not because all is healed, but because illumination is courage.
Between farewell and beginning, may we carry what mattered gently—and step forward with quiet hope.
@brushandpentales #cosmosprompts #thursdaytwilight
December 25, 2025 at 11:50 AM
THE WORLD, AT YEAR’S EDGE
As the year loosens its grip, the world chooses light.
Not because all is healed, but because illumination is courage.
Between farewell and beginning, may we carry what mattered gently—and step forward with quiet hope.
@brushandpentales #cosmosprompts #thursdaytwilight
As the year loosens its grip, the world chooses light.
Not because all is healed, but because illumination is courage.
Between farewell and beginning, may we carry what mattered gently—and step forward with quiet hope.
@brushandpentales #cosmosprompts #thursdaytwilight
BENEATH THE DECEMBER LIGHTS
For those in crowds, and those watching from windows:
may the lights hold you gently
May joy find you where it can
And may remembrance, too, have a place
Wishing you a peaceful Christmas and a kinder turning of days. ✨
#christmaswishes #winterwriting #poetrycommunity
For those in crowds, and those watching from windows:
may the lights hold you gently
May joy find you where it can
And may remembrance, too, have a place
Wishing you a peaceful Christmas and a kinder turning of days. ✨
#christmaswishes #winterwriting #poetrycommunity
December 25, 2025 at 9:16 AM
BENEATH THE DECEMBER LIGHTS
For those in crowds, and those watching from windows:
may the lights hold you gently
May joy find you where it can
And may remembrance, too, have a place
Wishing you a peaceful Christmas and a kinder turning of days. ✨
#christmaswishes #winterwriting #poetrycommunity
For those in crowds, and those watching from windows:
may the lights hold you gently
May joy find you where it can
And may remembrance, too, have a place
Wishing you a peaceful Christmas and a kinder turning of days. ✨
#christmaswishes #winterwriting #poetrycommunity
THE EVENING I WALKED MYSELF HOME
—after the season turned
The lights were already on.
The streets knew their cues.
No one was waiting.
Still, I walked.
Still, I arrived.
@writtenonpurposebyswz #decemberpromptsswz
#justatry🙈 #poetrycommunity #writingprompts
—after the season turned
The lights were already on.
The streets knew their cues.
No one was waiting.
Still, I walked.
Still, I arrived.
@writtenonpurposebyswz #decemberpromptsswz
#justatry🙈 #poetrycommunity #writingprompts
December 25, 2025 at 8:22 AM
THE EVENING I WALKED MYSELF HOME
—after the season turned
The lights were already on.
The streets knew their cues.
No one was waiting.
Still, I walked.
Still, I arrived.
@writtenonpurposebyswz #decemberpromptsswz
#justatry🙈 #poetrycommunity #writingprompts
—after the season turned
The lights were already on.
The streets knew their cues.
No one was waiting.
Still, I walked.
Still, I arrived.
@writtenonpurposebyswz #decemberpromptsswz
#justatry🙈 #poetrycommunity #writingprompts
THE SHUFFLE THAT KEPT ME ALIVE
My 2025 didn’t play in order. It shuffled, paused, repeated the songs that kept me breathing. This is my #WellPlayedList not of hits, but of survival, quiet endurance and learning how to stay when silence pressed close. Well played.
#wildwednesdayprompts
My 2025 didn’t play in order. It shuffled, paused, repeated the songs that kept me breathing. This is my #WellPlayedList not of hits, but of survival, quiet endurance and learning how to stay when silence pressed close. Well played.
#wildwednesdayprompts
December 25, 2025 at 7:06 AM
THE SHUFFLE THAT KEPT ME ALIVE
My 2025 didn’t play in order. It shuffled, paused, repeated the songs that kept me breathing. This is my #WellPlayedList not of hits, but of survival, quiet endurance and learning how to stay when silence pressed close. Well played.
#wildwednesdayprompts
My 2025 didn’t play in order. It shuffled, paused, repeated the songs that kept me breathing. This is my #WellPlayedList not of hits, but of survival, quiet endurance and learning how to stay when silence pressed close. Well played.
#wildwednesdayprompts
THE SEASON THAT REMEMBERS US
— a note written in the margins of December
Some seasons don’t disappear. They relocate—into memory, into conscience, into how we carry the world forward.
#MemoryAsResistance #poetrycommunity #DecemberNotes #WritingCommunity
— a note written in the margins of December
Some seasons don’t disappear. They relocate—into memory, into conscience, into how we carry the world forward.
#MemoryAsResistance #poetrycommunity #DecemberNotes #WritingCommunity
December 23, 2025 at 12:48 PM
THE SEASON THAT REMEMBERS US
— a note written in the margins of December
Some seasons don’t disappear. They relocate—into memory, into conscience, into how we carry the world forward.
#MemoryAsResistance #poetrycommunity #DecemberNotes #WritingCommunity
— a note written in the margins of December
Some seasons don’t disappear. They relocate—into memory, into conscience, into how we carry the world forward.
#MemoryAsResistance #poetrycommunity #DecemberNotes #WritingCommunity
THE DISTANCE THAT MEANT CARE
Care does not always move closer.
Sometimes it pauses.
Sometimes it steps back.
Here it is about listening, choosing respect over reach, clarity over closeness.
Not everything tender needs to be touched.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #writers #creativewriting
Care does not always move closer.
Sometimes it pauses.
Sometimes it steps back.
Here it is about listening, choosing respect over reach, clarity over closeness.
Not everything tender needs to be touched.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #writers #creativewriting
December 21, 2025 at 8:03 PM
THE DISTANCE THAT MEANT CARE
Care does not always move closer.
Sometimes it pauses.
Sometimes it steps back.
Here it is about listening, choosing respect over reach, clarity over closeness.
Not everything tender needs to be touched.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #writers #creativewriting
Care does not always move closer.
Sometimes it pauses.
Sometimes it steps back.
Here it is about listening, choosing respect over reach, clarity over closeness.
Not everything tender needs to be touched.
#poetry #poetrycommunity #writers #creativewriting
THE ART OF ALMOST
Some wants don’t rush fulfillment;
they linger, testing breath and distance.
Restraint sharpens heat, anticipation learns patience,
and silence becomes its own language.
Here, wanting isn’t denied—
it’s refined.
#spicysaturday #sensuality #writers #poetry #joscarpoetry
Some wants don’t rush fulfillment;
they linger, testing breath and distance.
Restraint sharpens heat, anticipation learns patience,
and silence becomes its own language.
Here, wanting isn’t denied—
it’s refined.
#spicysaturday #sensuality #writers #poetry #joscarpoetry
December 21, 2025 at 3:59 PM
THE ART OF ALMOST
Some wants don’t rush fulfillment;
they linger, testing breath and distance.
Restraint sharpens heat, anticipation learns patience,
and silence becomes its own language.
Here, wanting isn’t denied—
it’s refined.
#spicysaturday #sensuality #writers #poetry #joscarpoetry
Some wants don’t rush fulfillment;
they linger, testing breath and distance.
Restraint sharpens heat, anticipation learns patience,
and silence becomes its own language.
Here, wanting isn’t denied—
it’s refined.
#spicysaturday #sensuality #writers #poetry #joscarpoetry
WHAT STAYED WARM
Some loves do not arrive to be seen.
They arrive to stay.
This year taught me that light is quiet,
hope is a practice,
and love does not need to perform to endure.
Christmas is what remains warm
after the noise lets go.
#prxmaslove25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsandwriters #poem
Some loves do not arrive to be seen.
They arrive to stay.
This year taught me that light is quiet,
hope is a practice,
and love does not need to perform to endure.
Christmas is what remains warm
after the noise lets go.
#prxmaslove25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsandwriters #poem
December 20, 2025 at 9:19 AM
WHAT STAYED WARM
Some loves do not arrive to be seen.
They arrive to stay.
This year taught me that light is quiet,
hope is a practice,
and love does not need to perform to endure.
Christmas is what remains warm
after the noise lets go.
#prxmaslove25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsandwriters #poem
Some loves do not arrive to be seen.
They arrive to stay.
This year taught me that light is quiet,
hope is a practice,
and love does not need to perform to endure.
Christmas is what remains warm
after the noise lets go.
#prxmaslove25 #poeticreveries_ #poetsandwriters #poem
THE TREE THAT REMEMBERS
— a seasonal meditation
We dressed a tree in light
so winter wouldn’t forget us.
Somewhere between the branches,
memory learned how to glow.
#poetiqueverse @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
— a seasonal meditation
We dressed a tree in light
so winter wouldn’t forget us.
Somewhere between the branches,
memory learned how to glow.
#poetiqueverse @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
December 20, 2025 at 8:23 AM
THE TREE THAT REMEMBERS
— a seasonal meditation
We dressed a tree in light
so winter wouldn’t forget us.
Somewhere between the branches,
memory learned how to glow.
#poetiqueverse @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
— a seasonal meditation
We dressed a tree in light
so winter wouldn’t forget us.
Somewhere between the branches,
memory learned how to glow.
#poetiqueverse @poetiqueverse @rekhasjournal @writerpoetkim
THE WINTER WE PRACTISED FOR LIFE
Under onyx skies, we learned to trade wonder for stability.
Kwanzaa’s Imani taught us faith as continuation, not certainty.
I miss that winter—not for its ease, but for its permission.
#cosmospromptsdec #justatry🙈
Under onyx skies, we learned to trade wonder for stability.
Kwanzaa’s Imani taught us faith as continuation, not certainty.
I miss that winter—not for its ease, but for its permission.
#cosmospromptsdec #justatry🙈
December 18, 2025 at 10:10 PM
THE WINTER WE PRACTISED FOR LIFE
Under onyx skies, we learned to trade wonder for stability.
Kwanzaa’s Imani taught us faith as continuation, not certainty.
I miss that winter—not for its ease, but for its permission.
#cosmospromptsdec #justatry🙈
Under onyx skies, we learned to trade wonder for stability.
Kwanzaa’s Imani taught us faith as continuation, not certainty.
I miss that winter—not for its ease, but for its permission.
#cosmospromptsdec #justatry🙈
CATALOGUE FOR A WOMAN WHO KEPT THE WORLD WARM
Some lights are not given. They are endured.
They settle into the hands through repetition, through care practiced without witness.
I did not inherit her name, only her discipline.
Not her voice, only its temperature.
#poetrychallenge #justatry🙈
Some lights are not given. They are endured.
They settle into the hands through repetition, through care practiced without witness.
I did not inherit her name, only her discipline.
Not her voice, only its temperature.
#poetrychallenge #justatry🙈
December 18, 2025 at 11:19 AM
CATALOGUE FOR A WOMAN WHO KEPT THE WORLD WARM
Some lights are not given. They are endured.
They settle into the hands through repetition, through care practiced without witness.
I did not inherit her name, only her discipline.
Not her voice, only its temperature.
#poetrychallenge #justatry🙈
Some lights are not given. They are endured.
They settle into the hands through repetition, through care practiced without witness.
I did not inherit her name, only her discipline.
Not her voice, only its temperature.
#poetrychallenge #justatry🙈
HAND-ME-DOWN SELVES
— learning to leave former lives behind
#Formerlives taught me how to perform,
how to survive applause,
how to grow too large for what once fit.
I carry the lessons forward,
not the versions that no longer belong.
#wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
— learning to leave former lives behind
#Formerlives taught me how to perform,
how to survive applause,
how to grow too large for what once fit.
I carry the lessons forward,
not the versions that no longer belong.
#wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
December 18, 2025 at 11:03 AM
HAND-ME-DOWN SELVES
— learning to leave former lives behind
#Formerlives taught me how to perform,
how to survive applause,
how to grow too large for what once fit.
I carry the lessons forward,
not the versions that no longer belong.
#wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
— learning to leave former lives behind
#Formerlives taught me how to perform,
how to survive applause,
how to grow too large for what once fit.
I carry the lessons forward,
not the versions that no longer belong.
#wildwednesdayprompts #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
THE HIDDEN MELODY I INHERITED
—listening past the noise—
Among the chaos lives a hidden melody 🎵
I’ve learned some songs don’t ask to be heard—they ask to be remembered.
I listen for it in pauses, in patience, in the quiet places she still shapes me
#cosmosofwriters #SundaySerenades
—listening past the noise—
Among the chaos lives a hidden melody 🎵
I’ve learned some songs don’t ask to be heard—they ask to be remembered.
I listen for it in pauses, in patience, in the quiet places she still shapes me
#cosmosofwriters #SundaySerenades
December 16, 2025 at 7:10 PM
THE HIDDEN MELODY I INHERITED
—listening past the noise—
Among the chaos lives a hidden melody 🎵
I’ve learned some songs don’t ask to be heard—they ask to be remembered.
I listen for it in pauses, in patience, in the quiet places she still shapes me
#cosmosofwriters #SundaySerenades
—listening past the noise—
Among the chaos lives a hidden melody 🎵
I’ve learned some songs don’t ask to be heard—they ask to be remembered.
I listen for it in pauses, in patience, in the quiet places she still shapes me
#cosmosofwriters #SundaySerenades
HABITUS
— the geometry of what remains ungiven
My favorite gift was learning how to remain standing
when nothing promised to stay.
The gift I never received was ease
the kind that does not require proof,
the kind that arrives and does not rehearse leaving.
#palindromepoetry #mirrorpoetry
— the geometry of what remains ungiven
My favorite gift was learning how to remain standing
when nothing promised to stay.
The gift I never received was ease
the kind that does not require proof,
the kind that arrives and does not rehearse leaving.
#palindromepoetry #mirrorpoetry
December 16, 2025 at 6:38 PM
HABITUS
— the geometry of what remains ungiven
My favorite gift was learning how to remain standing
when nothing promised to stay.
The gift I never received was ease
the kind that does not require proof,
the kind that arrives and does not rehearse leaving.
#palindromepoetry #mirrorpoetry
— the geometry of what remains ungiven
My favorite gift was learning how to remain standing
when nothing promised to stay.
The gift I never received was ease
the kind that does not require proof,
the kind that arrives and does not rehearse leaving.
#palindromepoetry #mirrorpoetry
DEARTH
— an accounting of borrowed light
The Hungry Moon
counting what the night withholds,
leaving light unfinished.
@poeticreveries_
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_
— an accounting of borrowed light
The Hungry Moon
counting what the night withholds,
leaving light unfinished.
@poeticreveries_
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_
December 16, 2025 at 4:34 PM
DEARTH
— an accounting of borrowed light
The Hungry Moon
counting what the night withholds,
leaving light unfinished.
@poeticreveries_
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_
— an accounting of borrowed light
The Hungry Moon
counting what the night withholds,
leaving light unfinished.
@poeticreveries_
#prtanka25 #poeticreveries_