The tapestry of life, it weaves a story so fine
A intricate pattern, of moments divine
A fabric of experiences, that shape and that mold
A beautiful masterpiece, that forever unfolds
The threads of joy, they shimmer with gold
The strands of sorrow, they deepen the tale to be told
The loom of love, it weaves with a gentle hand
A work of art, that forever stands
So let us cherish, the tapestry of our days
And let its beauty, forever sway
For in its threads, we'll find our own way
And a life of purpose, in a brighter day.
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Albin
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An Adventure Through Hell
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rosea day ago in Horror
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This was stunning! Beautiful poem!