Smoth as Silk
Velvet touch
In nature's art, a masterpiece unfolds,
Where grace is found, and wonder softly holds.
A river's touch, through ages worn to gleam,
Smooth as silk, a liquid-sculptured dream.
In stones embraced by water's gentle hand,
Carved over time in this ancient land,
I find a smoothness, etched by nature's care,
In each caress, stories eternally there.
And in the gentle hush of evening's fall,
A cherished quilt, a memory to recall,
Its velvet touch, a comfort like no other,
Smooth as silk, it cradles me, a mother.
In antique corners where the past resides,
The stories told through smooth, well-worn strides,
History whispered through its polished grain,
A lifetime etched in every soft refrain.
So, let us savor smooth in every form,
From nature's hand to life's enduring norm,
For in its touch, we find a subtle thrill,
A grace that time nor age can ever still.
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