In the realm of smooth, where beauty resides,
A world of textures, where grace coincides.
Nature's craftsmanship, a delicate touch,
Unveils wonders that we admire so much.
Like a river stone, worn by currents' sway,
Smooth as silk, it tells tales of yesterday.
Centuries pass, yet its gloss remains,
A testament to time's gentle refrains.
In childhood's embrace, a quilt so dear,
Velvet softness erases every fear.
Stitched with love, memories interweave,
Smooth as dreams, where innocence won't leave.
An antique's charm, with polished sheen,
Whispers stories of lives it has seen.
Smooth surfaces, a mirror of the past,
Reflecting heritage, moments that last.
But smooth is more than what meets the eye,
A concept that transcends, reaching the sky.
It's elegance dancing on a gentle breeze,
A touch of magic, bringing hearts at ease.
So let us celebrate this silky grace,
In poetry's embrace, we find our space.
From nature's touch to crafted delight,
Smoothness enchants, a wondrous sight.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author2 days ago in Fiction
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Beautifully written!!! Love the smooth flow of this nature poem!!!❤️❤️💕