You came to me from the heavens high,

A calling, message, a butterfly,

Telling me to embrace what hasn’t died.

You tell me I will prosper while

I hold down my struggles like bile,

And from a few more bucks, I’ll smile.

Now you claim you’re my luck charm,

That I’m awry from all harm,

Divine and me have locked arms.

Seen as evil but not

A spawn that needs to rot,

For in balance, you trot.

And you sense a change,

The stars arrange

A lovely exchange.

You shout out loud,

That you’re here, proud

I’m safe from clouds.

I’m your rose

Heavens know

You’ll let grow—

Shows love,

Above;

My dove.

New

Brews

Through.

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The numbers are worked into the syllables in each syllable, and I try to describe each angel number :)

And I want to try something over here for my book (I’ve been slacking on it and I want to write 12,000 words by 8/10/2025 😭 )

After interacting on this post…

1 like on any of my writings = one sentence i write

1 comment on any of my writings (dont spam) = 2 sentences

1 bookmark on any of my writings = five sentences

A follow (if you haven’t, plus I follow back) = fifteen sentences

I picked 15 specific writings that makes me finish an entire chapter, so if you comment on it, I’ll let you know!!!