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I’m his act of emotions

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Happy Friday

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Happy Friday everyone, make you a great day, because you are worth it❤️

-Lily-

Cherished memories of what could be…

Art: my own, orkidedatter

.. Cherished memories of what could be..

Scent of desire aroused his
mating season.
New Year is the time when all wolves
go wild with their insatiable hunger,
and me as a weak shattered she wolf
is the only thing he
can’t have,
can’t touch,
can’t lose control by tasting her
salty skin…
can’t meet her primal urges,
can’t hear her mouths moaning,
can’t pull her upon a pine to make him
came more alive..

He wished for to chase her,
close her darkness,
lick her wetness with his long
blue tongue,
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
with shivering
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…

…and she was only his imagination…

-Lily-

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A winter rose

Orkidedatter

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
-A winter rose-

A winter rose played
with your cord, unraveled strings…
Death is a bizarre soul,
I just had to understand,
a steam fills my mind while
you are stabbing me with Arctic icicles…
I’m dark, haunted and bleeding
my own blood for the silence
you cutted me with so deeply.

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Orkidedatter

Happy New Year

Thank you everyone⭐️

Thank you so much everyone one, for all your support, love and friendship, I’m beyond grateful❤️
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Let’s start this new year with hope, strenght, care and let’s finished it with love and gratitude…
Don’t forget love dear readers, do small things with much love and live each day that someone will be thankful for who you are❤️
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Lily

My art

@orkidedatter

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I hope everyone is safe and well, take care❤️

Love from Lily

It’s looking a lot like Christmas time…

My poetry collection, Beautiful & battered, breaking through the chains

Poem;

The day is short and the night is long in this

country in the north with its snow-capped

mountains and fjords with white veil that lie

still in this dark time, the river flows with its

ice crystals dancing in the waterfall that

hovers with the north wind beyond the dusk

and she lights a candle.

The Northern Lights dances in joy where the

polar bears eyes glimmering infront of the

Christmas star that blinks in this

frozen winter night where the last ray of the

moon’s mystery slowly fades away until

she lights a candle.

A child’s face resting against the window pane

in the hope…..

underneath the Christmas tree

lies everything she wish for, but it is too good to

be true.

Snow crystals fall outside are unique, beautiful

and shines evocative in the cold night.

She light a candle where she dreams an Arctic

dream about the miracle of the infant faith.

The white dove flies silently through the chains

that lift the adventure of hope behind

the jewel of the dark night.

Somewhere with the frost on her cheeks,

a little girl lights a candle for all the stories that

are expressed without words, that are burned

into the scars of the human hearts.

-Orkidedatter-

My book; Beautiful and battered, breaking through the chains

My first poetry collection in English language is

released on 12.1.2020. (Amazon.com)

Available in my linktree:

My linktree: Orkidedatter

Poem:

From the north a butterfly in

winter land under the

Polar star in the elongated small country

-Norway-

If you listen carefully you can hear

her wing stroke rises from a descending black

star from a nightmare visions

flash down below the abyss…

breaks through the chains from a cage of

another day healing subconsciously

a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered

country girl,

but beautiful as the midnight sun…

strong as the Northern Lights dances on the

black canvas of the sky, she colors her soul’s

landscape of a ruin to an

architectural masterpiece.

-Orkidedatter-