In the gentle breeze, a fragrant clue, The lingering essence, the scent of you. Notes of warmth, a delicate spell, In every breath, your presence dwells.
By Melania J.L.4 months ago in Poets
In marshy depths where shadows dwell, Bog bodies sleep, a tale to tell. Ancient secrets, skin turned brown, Preserved in peat, a burial gown.
Beneath the azure sky so wide, A canvas painted, nature's pride. Lay in the sun, its golden kiss, A tranquil moment of pure bliss.
In shadows deep, where secrets hide, A demon lurks, deep inside. Its whispers cold, like phantom breath, A dance of darkness, a waltz with death.
In the tapestry of time, a question profound, Why are we here, in this world so round? A cosmic dance, a journey unclear,
In the shadow of Vesuvius, where time took flight, Pompeii stood, a city bathed in sunlight. Whispers of life in every cobblestone,
In the quiet hours, when shadows dance, A whispered yearning, a fateful chance. A heart's echo in the silent night,
What if the stars could tell their tales, Of cosmic journeys, of celestial trails? What if the moon could whisper dreams,
Auburn leaves gently fall, Beneath the trees, a vibrant sprawl. Crisp air, a whispering breeze, Dancing leaves in colors that please.
In a world of skies vast and wide, A solitary figure begins to glide. Lonely bird with feathers of gray, In search of companionship, a friend's array.
In the quiet chambers of the night, Where stars ignite their soft, gentle light. A realm unfolds, unseen it seems, It's there you'll find the echo of dreams.
In the quiet whispers of the night, A question echoes, soft and light. Are you worth it, a doubt may say, But listen closely, I'm here to convey.