In a curious little house made for a youngster's pleasure, With walls painted brilliant and windows wide, There lies a universe of marvel, unadulterated and valid,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
In the core of a calm town fair, Stood a potter's modest home, where With calloused hands and delicate consideration, He formed his fantasies in earth's delicate gaze.
In the profundities of the evening, a passage spreads out, An entry of shadows, where haziness whirls. Underneath the moon's vigilant look it lies,
In the burning hug of summer's searing kiss, Where the sun's brilliant beams dance and curve, There lies a heatwave, a determined power,
Some time ago in a little town settled profound inside a rich backwoods, there carried on with a young man named Ethan. Ethan was not normal for some other youngster in the town. While his companions went through their days messing around and investigating the forest, Ethan had an impossible to miss interest with trees.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
In Dubai's heart, a desert dream, Where sand meets sky in sunlit stream. Steel monsters penetrate the sky blue tone, A reflected dance, a city new.
Underneath the spotlight's cruel hug, A heart roars, a deliberate speed. Silk murmurs privileged insights on skin so exposed,
Daylight dribbled in brilliant coins, Across the field, an interwoven unique blanket, Where giggling holds tight upbeat moans,
In a comfortable niche, where shadows dance, Two friends meet, in an immortal daze. A cup and saucer, an association so sweet,
Under the enormous top, where dreams take off, A bazaar comes to town, a mystical sight. The air is bursting at the seams with music and giggling,
In profundities where the sea kisses the sky, A story of adoration unfurls, where mermaids murmur. In the midst of coral reefs and turquoise tint,
Upon the sandy shore, where waves touch, Lie fortunes of the profound, presently let go. Shells, similar to murmurs from the sea floor's,
