In a world adorned with hues so bright,
A tapestry of colors, a mesmerizing sight.
Painted skies in shades of twilight's kiss,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, pure bliss.
Beneath the sun's golden, warming embrace,
Nature's canvas unfolds, a radiant grace.
Fields of green dance with the breeze,
Whispers of life carried through the trees.
Blue, the hue of the boundless sky,
A reflection of dreams that soar up high.
Turquoise waters, tranquil and deep,
Where secrets of the ocean silently keep.
Fiery reds ignite passion's flame,
A burning desire that nothing can tame.
Sunsets ablaze with a warm farewell,
Casting shadows in the twilight's spell.
Yellow, the color of sunlit morn,
Waking the world with a vibrant adorn.
Petals unfurl in the morning light,
A symphony of colors, a pure delight.
Purple veils the night in royal attire,
As stars twinkle, setting hearts on fire.
Mysteries unfold in the cosmic expanse,
A celestial ballet, a captivating dance.
Orange hues paint the autumn leaves,
A tapestry of change, as the season grieves.
Crimson and gold, a farewell parade,
Nature's transition, a masterpiece displayed.
Colors, the language of the heart,
Each shade playing its unique part.
In every stroke, a story untold,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, manifold.
About the Creator
Akash
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
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