In the quiet whispers of the twilight's hush,
There lies a tale of something smooth, a gentle flush.
A river's caress on pebbles, smooth and cool,
A symphony of nature, a serene, tranquil pool.
Smooth as silk, the moonlight's tender touch,
Draping the world in a shimmering clutch.
Night unfolds its silken wings so wide,
As stars dance smoothly, in the celestial tide.
A lover's gaze, soft as a velvet glove,
Navigating pathways to the heart above.
In the poetry of glances, a seamless groove,
Where emotions flow, in a rhythm so smooth.
Feathers of dreams, on a zephyr's flight,
Brushing against the canvas of the night.
Whispers of passion, a delicate swoon,
In the realm of love, where hearts commune.
The rhythm of life, a mellifluous song,
Unfurls in moments, where we all belong.
In the tapestry of time, each thread behoove,
A narrative woven, with threads so smooth.
As dawn breaks, painting the sky anew,
The world awakens, kissed by morning dew.
In nature's embrace, a seamless behoove,
A harmonious ballet, gracefully smooth