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In a quiet room, where dreams reside, A canvas blank, stretched wide, untied. Numbers whisper, soft and true, Inviting hands to blend the hue.
By GiftsFlash.com23 days ago in Poets
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.
In corners of our lives they stand, Silent sentinels, crafted by hand, Holding tales in gilded gold, Of stories new and stories old.
In a quiet corner where dreams unwind, A tapestry of time, so finely lined. Threads of color, bright and bold, Weave stories of memories, yet untold.
In the realm where tech meets art, A canvas small, yet holds a heart, A custom phone case, a personal tale, In hues of love that never pale.
In the heart of winter's embrace, a glow, Soft as whispers, through the branches flow, On evergreen limbs where memories nest,
In the quietude of night, where shadows dance, A beacon rises, a celestial chance. A moon lamp glows, ethereal light, Guiding dreams through the velvet night.
In a world of ink and paper, Where dreams are but whispers faint, There lies a hidden treasure, Crafted with delicate restraint.