zulfi bux

Joined February 2024

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Cupcake's
In the place that is known for sugar and flavor, Where dreams take off on wings of ice, There lies a pastry shop, little yet terrific,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Reaching For The Star's
In the corner of night, we dream to take off, Trying to achieve the impossible, forevermore. With hearts burning, we try to light,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
An Easter To Remember
The sun investigated the extraordinary past, painting the sky in colors of pink and gold as the honest local area of Willow Stream mixed to life. It was Easter Sunday, a day of celebration and reclamation, and the people from St. Mary's Gathering clamored with assumption. Among them was Emily, a young woman with a heart overflowing with certainty and a spirit restless to embrace the responsibility of restoration.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
A Child's Laughter
In the delicate breeze, a youngster's chuckling moves, An ensemble of blamelessness, unadulterated and valid. Like the petals of a rose, spreading out in the first part of the day light,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Forbidden Love
In shadows profound, where evening glow winds around, Two spirits weaved, similar to harvest time leaves. Taboo love, a murmured story,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
The Angel Sings
In the quiet of nightfall's delicate hug, Where shadows hit the dance floor with murmured beauty, The heavenly messenger sings, her voice so unadulterated,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Raindrops
In the delicate dance of raindrops, Murmurs of nature's orchestra unfurl, Each drop a story untold, An excursion from sky to earth it wends.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Ice Cream Craving
In the late spring's boiling embrace, Where the sun's warm fingers follow, There lies a treat, cold and sweet, In reality as we know it where joys meet.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
The Magic Of Roti
In the clamoring roads of Mumbai, where the smell of flavors waited in the air and the hints of sellers filled each corner, there carried on with a little kid named Aasha. She had a place with a family with a well established custom of making the most heavenly rotis in the whole area.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Butterflies In My Garden
In the nursery where roses sprout, Butterflies dance in brief melancholy. Their sensitive wings, a distinctive tone, Murmur privileged insights, old and new.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
My Fruit Stall
In the midst of the clamor of the commercial center's call, Stands my modest slow down, embellished with organic products all,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Glitter.. Glitter Everywhere
In a world aglow with sparkling light, Where residue of dreams moves as the night progressed, Sparkle overflows like stars from a higher place,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets