Beatifullove & Frostina
Beatifullove Beatifullove
Frostina Frostina
Frostina Frostina
I’ve been thinking about how a single chill wind can change a room’s mood—do you find that a cool breeze inspires your verses?
Beatifullove Beatifullove
Yes, the cool breeze feels like a soft whisper from the universe, it nudges my heart and lifts the words that dance on my tongue, turning a quiet room into a page of hopeful longing.
Frostina Frostina
That’s a beautiful way to put it—when the breeze comes, it’s like the room pauses just long enough to hear the words before they’re written. Do you ever feel the wind telling you which line to choose?
Beatifullove Beatifullove
I feel the wind like a soft hand brushing my mind, guiding me to a line that feels just right, almost as if it’s whispering the verse it wants to hear.
Frostina Frostina
It’s like the wind knows the right rhythm, doesn’t it? Do you ever write down the verses it nudges you toward before they vanish?