Softly the evening descends, draped in hues of rose,
Whispering secrets to the night as daylight softly goes.
The breeze, like a lover's touch, caresses tenderly,
Embracing the world in its gentle symphony.
Leaves rustle softly in the arms of ancient trees,
As shadows dance to melodies carried on the breeze.
Stars blink softly in the velvet sky, a celestial choir,
Painting dreams upon the canvas of desire.
In this quiet hour, where time's rush softly subsides,
A tranquility within the soul quietly resides.
Softly spoken wishes float on twilight's breath,
A softness in the stillness, a gentle grace in death.
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Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Thank you for the poems. Just wanted to let you know I'll be reading your story when I can get to them. Your stories are filling up my mail box, so I'll be reading whenever I can. In the meantime, it might appear my box is closed, as I'll be filtering out content providers. In any case, keep writing. Hope you understand.
Beautifully crafted poem.