In the green and serene fields, Spring awakens in dreams, The tender buds begin to appear, And the earth is clothed in a singular mantle.
By Saa Crack2 years ago in Poets
In the starry and silent night, When snow covers the beautiful land, Christmas rises with its golden light, A song of joy and hope sung.
In a secret corner of the enchanted forest, where the moonlight kisses the golden ground, the fairies gather in a magical dance,
Deep in the forest, among shadows and mysteries, where the sun kisses the leaves and the wind whispers tales, reside the gnomes, tiny and magical beings,
In the vast expanse of the golden savannah, Where the sun kisses the earth with passionate flame, The wind dances gracefully in its serene dance,
In the northern reaches, where the wind dances, Where the upright trees defy time, The taiga spreads in majestic elegance,
Centuries ago, in a coastal kingdom bathed by the turquoise waters of the Celestial Sea, there lived a young girl named Mariana. From an early age, Mariana had felt a special connection with the ocean and its mysteries. Every day, she watched the waves kiss the golden sand and the seagulls dance in the salty wind. Yet something in her heart told her that there was more to the sea than what the eyes could see.
By Saa Crack2 years ago in Fiction
In the depths of the deep blue sea, where the sun kisses the water with its divine glow, the voices of mythological beings resound,
Once upon a time there was a place where the land was transformed into a golden sea of sand, a vast desert that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. It was a place of mystery and challenge, where thirst and unrelenting heat competed to own the scorched earth. But in the midst of this inhospitable expanse, a group of brave men embarked on an odyssey that would take them through a fiery embrace and plunge them into a series of adventures that would challenge their endurance and determination.
On eternal heights, majestic it rises, The immutable mountain, with its beauty embraces, Where heaven and earth, in embrace intertwine,
In the bowels of the earth, in its deep secrets, Rises the river, a liquid lute of restless dreams. Its singing waters, mirrors of daylight,
In the garden of stars, where the night is a canvas, where dreams soar, in a helpless flight. A poem is born, weaving verses in the air,
