In the orchestra of spring, nails play their part, With colors that dance like a work of art, From soft pastels to vibrant blooms,
By yassmina fleur14 days ago in Poets
Like petals unfurling in the morning sun, Spring nails bloom, one by one, In shades of rose and lilac too, Each stroke a testament to the season's debut.
On fingertips, a garden grows, With each stroke, a new flower shows, From tulips red to lilies white, Spring nails bloom in the morning light.
As springtime blooms in vibrant hues, So too do nails, adorned to amuse, With tips like petals, delicate and light, In colors that shimmer in morning's sight.
In the palette of spring's embrace, Nails adorned with nature's grace, Soft pastels and vibrant hues, Like blossoms kissed by morning dews.
In the cosmic dance of love and fate, There lies an eclipse that knows no end, A union of souls in the vast expanse, A love that transcends.
In the quiet of the night, Where shadows dance and lovers part, There lies a darkness in my soul, An eclipse that grips my heart.
In the shadow of your embrace, I found solace in the darkest night, For even as the stars grew dim, Your love remained my guiding light.
In the twilight of our hearts, Where shadows dance and dreams take flight, There blooms a love that knows no bounds, A radiant beacon in the night.
Beneath the moon's soft silver glow, Our love was but a fleeting dream, A delicate dance of shadows cast, Upon the canvas of the night's dark seam.
Words tumble out, a jumbled, clumsy song, My voice, a tremor, where did I go wrong? But in your eyes, a melody so bright,
By yassmina fleur16 days ago in Poets
A sleepy world, a yawn, a muted scene, Your smile, a sunrise, vibrant, warm, and keen. My heart, a bud, unfurls with gentle grace,