In twilight’s hush, the world grows still, Soft whispers drift on the evening chill. Stars ignite and the velvet sky,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
In moments draped with endless gray, When time seems slow, and dreams decay, The clock’s hands crawl with restless grace,
In dreams of gold and skies so clear, We paint a world without a fear. Yet shadows stretch where light should play,
In moments soft where sunlight beams, Life unfolds in tender dreams. The sky above, a canvas bright, Paints days with hues of pure delight.
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the whisper of dawn’s first light, Golden threads weave through the night, Echoes dance in ancient trees,
In the garden of endless light, Where every dawn is pure delight, Everyone is happy, spirits bright, Dancing through the day and night.
Let’s be helpful, hand in hand, Building dreams and making plans, To lift each other across the land. In a world where kindness flows,
In the quiet of the morning light, Gratitude dances, pure and bright, For every moment, every sight, And every heart that feels just right.
In the quiet of dusk, when colors turn gray, The memories linger, though they’ve faded away. Echoes of laughter, once vivid and bright,
In the heart of a realm where dreams softly rise, Stands a castle beneath ever-watchful skies. Its towers reach high, where the eagles dare soar,
In the delicate dance of carefully arranged words, A symphony of meaning through silence is heard. Lines interweave like threads in a grand design,
