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Bed, a sanctuary, soft and deep A haven from the world, where we can creep Away from cares, and troubles of the day And find solace, in a warm and cozy way
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is Until the day you collapse
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of every home, a corner so divine, Lies a pillow soft and warm, where dreams and comfort twine. Crafted with the love and care, a masterpiece of grace,
By GiftsFlash.com2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of a busy city street, Where hurried steps and chatter meet, There lies a humble vessel of glass, A water bottle, an object so crass.
In quiet moments of peace, hands dance, Guided by patterns, threads, and chance. A crochet kit, a world in a box, Unveils a realm where imagination unlocks.
In a world of glittering gems and gold, A simpler treasure takes its hold. On wrists they dance, in vibrant hues, Rubber bracelets, whispering truths.
In fields of green where battles rage, Where feet and fury dare engage, There stands a silent guardian keen, The humble shield for shins unseen.
In the land where the glasses clink and gleam, A realm of drink, both iced and steamed, There live the smallest guardians unseen,
In quiet rooms where whispers hum, Where needles click and yarn is spun, A tale of peace, where hands take flight, In the soft embrace of silent night.
In a realm of cotton fields so wide, Where threads of dreams and hope reside, A humble seed in soil does rest, To bloom into a garment, blessed.
In a quiet room, where dreams reside, A canvas blank, stretched wide, untied. Numbers whisper, soft and true, Inviting hands to blend the hue.
In the city's heart, where shadows blend, A neon sign begins to mend. Flickers of colors, sharp and bright, Chasing away the dull twilight.
