In the hues of the setting sun,
Their love story has just begun.
A serenity in colors so warm,
Two hearts weathering life's storm.
Hand in hand, they walk the shore,
As the sun dips low, they crave for more.
Orange and pink paint the sky,
A canvas of love, reaching so high.
The waves whisper secrets untold,
As the sun's farewell is gently paroled.
In the twilight glow, a love unfolds,
A story of hearts, so precious and bold.
As the day bids adieu in hues of gold,
Their love story forever to be told.
In the serenity of the evening's charm,
Two souls find solace, wrapped in warm
About the Creator
The problem with being a nice person
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jema2 days ago in Confessions
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Nice I wish ❤️ I mine where this good