Hafsat Yusuf Adam

Where my heart is?

Lost in a world of endless scrolls and fading glitter, I finally stopped to ask: where did I leave my heart?

Through Pretty Roses🌹

Some roses are beautiful to behold, but a rare few become the very roots of our hearts. Through melting snow, blooming petals, and piercing thorns, discover a love that refuses to fade when winter comes. ❤️🥀

The winter knocks ❄️

A little journey through chilly mornings, fallen leaves, and the beautiful science of a body reacting to the cold.

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Through Pretty Roses🌹

The winter knocks ❄️

A little journey through chilly mornings, fallen leaves, and the beautiful science of a body reacting to the cold.

In the Grip of Your Hands

In the Grip of Your Hands Your hands may be rough and calloused, yet they hold me in the gentlest warmth. They see only the sweat upon your skin, but I see a river, patiently carving its way through solid rock. Your spi

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