In the morning's hush or the twilight's calm, A steaming cup, a comforting balm. Coffee, a ritual, a daily charm, In every sip, a soothing psalm.
By Melania J.L.4 months ago in Poets
A dusty road, where memories unfold, Underneath the sun's warm gold. Each particle, a tale untold, In the journey of life, stories are scrolled.
In the nooks of imagination, where stories brew, Whimsical tales, both old and new. A cat with a hat, a mouse with a flute,
In a meadow of green, where wildflowers bloom, Hops a fluffy friend, in the softest plume. Ears that stand tall, like petals in the breeze,
Monday morning dawns with a weary haze, A symphony of yawns, a sluggish phase. The alarm clock's song, an unwelcome chime,
In the garden of emotions, a delicate bloom, Unreciprocated affection, a silent gloom. A heart's tender offering, met with empty air,
In Bethlehem's hush, a baby was born, A radiant morn, a Savior adorned. Jesus, the light in a world of night, Wrapped in humility, clothed in divine might.
The concept of a "twin flame" is often associated with spiritual and metaphysical beliefs, particularly within the realm of romantic relationships.
By Melania J.L.4 months ago in FYI
In realms unseen, where angels tread, A figure stands with wings widespread. Saint Michael, mighty, in armor bright, A guardian of celestial light.
In the silence of the night, where shadows play, A heart's quiet ache, concealed by the day. Tears that linger, like the morning dew,
In the realm where time takes flight, A whisper lingers, pure and bright. Immortal, not in flesh or bone, But in the echoes that are eternally known.
In the realm where sunsets softly fade, A tale of faith by time is made. Saint Francis Xavier, a soul ablaze, A servant of God in mysterious ways.