Olivia ✾ (𓂃☽ Magnolia ☾𓂃)

🌌 𖥸 ©𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 𖥸 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 (@𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊_). 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 🌌 🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻 — They say on the twentieth of March the earth awakens . That the light returns. That the mist grows thin… And that she was born 🌅 — Who? — Olivia. Breeze upon the eyelids, golden shadows, tume bends, the afternoon slows. You cross the fog without leaving a trace, spring follows your steps in grace. — Did you see her? — Yes, she floated among the almond trees. Olivia, Olivia… 🌼 Flower on the pavement, ink upon the lips. Hours spiral down like rain, winter has been a dream. Ooooooh, Olivia… Ooooooh, Olivia… Spring awakens at last. Walls tremble when you laugh, a satellite spinning on repeat. You draw orbits on napkins, and slip away with April’s beat. — Olivia, where are you? — Somewhere the sun does not hide. Olivia, Olivia… 🌼 Flower on the pavement, ink upon the lips. Hours spiral down like rain, winter has been a dream. Ooooooh, Olivia… Ooooooh, Olivia… Spring has finally begun. — Do you think Olivia will return? — She always does. She is spring. Ooooooh, Olivia… Ooooooh, Olivia… 🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻