Sally sings songs so sweetly
Suggesting something special secretly
Softly strumming strings skillfully
Savoring sounds, she shares soulfully
Soulful sentiments sent soaring
Satisfying senses, stirring sensations soaring
Singing softly, Sally's sound serene
Sweetly surrendering, souls are seen
Serenading softly, Sally's sincere
Songs speak strongly, Sally's sound sincere.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
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