Holiday
Whispers in the Wildwood
Hush now, gather close, the fire's warm and low, A tale I weave, where shadows twist and secrets grow. I met a stranger on a train, eyes like stormy seas, He spoke of whispers on the wind, and carried mysteries. He spoke of caverns deep and dark, where whispers danced and played, Of hidden chambers, cold and stark, where treasures long were laid. A map he showed, etched on his skin, a spiderweb of lines, He promised fortune, wealth within, if I would follow signs. Intrigue like wildfire burned within, a yearning to explore, But doubt and fear, like serpents twin, slithered around the core. We ventured forth at moonlit hour, into the forest deep, The air grew thick, with unseen power, secrets the shadows keep. Each creaking branch, a whispered threat, each rustling leaf, a sigh, The path ahead, a silhouette, beneath the inky sky. We reached the mouth, a cavern wide, a gaping, hungry maw, The stranger smiled, with secrets I, could never fully draw. "Are you sure you wish to venture in?" his voice, a chilling sound, My heart it pounded, trapped within, a web of fear unbound.
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
Unveiling the Splendor of Beaches in Venice
Venice, the epitome of romance and history, isn't just about gondola rides and ancient architecture. It's also home to some stunning beaches that offer a perfect blend of relaxation and adventure. In this guide, we'll take a closer look at the enchanting beaches in Venice, each with its own unique charm and allure.
By dodlashalini 3 years ago in Poets
Leaping Day Miss Mary May!
For Leap Day Miss Mary May wanted to be able to leap like the frogs in her pond, so she took some floaties out to the water. When she hopped, the floaties would tilt over and splash her down to the water. The frogs tried to help her out by telling her she could leap onto logs, but she told them logs would probably roll too much and she would still fall.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Poets
