Apples, oh apples, so sweet and so tart, A treasure trove of health, right from the start. Fiber and vitamins, they're packed to the core,
By The PenPal3 months ago in Poets
In the quiet whispers of the night, The stars ignite, a tapestry of light, Guiding seekers on their destined flight, Toward dreams that shimmer ever bright.
In the cradle of nature's embrace, Where time weaves its kaleidoscope tapestry, Spring emerges, a symphony of rebirth,
In the still of the night, as the world slows down, Lies a precious gift, often overlooked and unsung. A treasure so vital, yet often ignored,
In the tapestry of life, woven with golden beams, lies the path to your dreams, within your reach it seems. Through valleys low and mountains high, your spirit soars, believe in yourself, unlock the uncharted doors.
Silent whispers of the night sky, Embrace her in a tranquil embrace, As she gazes through her window, At the twinkling stars above.
In the depths of despair, they stood, Weathering the tempest's fury, Each day a battle, each moment a test, Yet they held on, unwavering.
In the depths of his soul, His love for her burns bright, Like an unyielding flame, It refuses to be extinguished.
In the depths of despair, he stood, Bound by the chains of a job he despised, His spirit yearning for freedom, From the shackles of corporate ties.
In the garden of hearts, where true love blooms, Two souls entwine 'neath the crescent moon, A tapestry woven with threads of trust,
In the tranquil woods, where the sun gently weaves A tapestry of gold, crimson, and amber leaves Nature's artistry on full display
In a land not far from here, Lived a teen with much to fear. For he sought a thing so grand, A driver's license in his hand.