Silken Whispers

In the quiet hush of dusk's embrace,

Where daylight wanes and shadows trace,

There lies a world of silk and sheen,

A realm of wonders, yet unseen.

Behold the river's gentle course,

Smooth stones caressed by ancient force,

Each ripple, a whisper through time,

Polished to perfection, a tale in rhyme.

Beneath the moon's soft, silver gleam,

A quilt unfolds, a childhood dream,

Its threads a tapestry of years,

Smooth as the solace of tender tears.

In the attic's embrace, dusty and old,

Antiques whisper tales untold,

Smoothed by the hands of yesteryears,

They bear the weight of bygone tears.

The painter's brush, a dance refined,

Strokes on canvas, a seamless bind,

Smooth hues that tell a silent tale,

A masterpiece, where emotions prevail.

A lover's touch, a subtle grace,

A smooth caress, a warm embrace,

In tender moments, hearts entwine,

Smooth as the notes of a love-struck chime.

So, let us celebrate this subtle art,

Where smoothness reigns in every part,

In nature's craft and human touch,

A symphony of grace that means so much.