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Dance of the season
In the grand ballroom of the sky, a waltz begins to play,Nature dons her finest gown as seasons find their way.Spring, the first to step, with petals soft and light,A ballet of blossoms, painting the world so bright.Summer follows swiftly, a flamenco in the heat,Sunlight takes the lead, a dancer pure and sweet.Fields sway to the rhythm, a vibrant, lively trance,As warmth and life entwine, a sunlit, sultry dance.Then enters Autumn, with leaves in golden gown,A waltz of falling foliage, gracefully floating down.Crimson and amber twirl in a soft, farewell embrace,Nature’s ballad echoing, a symphony of grace.Winter, the final dancer, in frosty, quiet shoes,A pas de deux with snowflakes, a dance that gently woos.The world now hushed in silver, a cold and pristine trance,As winter pirouettes, in a quiet, frozen dance.Together they perform, in a year-long choreography,A seamless, shifting ballet, a dance of symphony.Seasons twirl and whirl, a perpetual, rhythmic rhyme,In the dance of the seasons, nature keeps perfect time.
By Ozioma Uwaoma2 years ago in Poets
The Girl she is today
She expresses her mind, in the rarity of her eyes, the ounce of the world you would find. Strength is often expressed in gallant notions in stories and poems, such as the existence of tenacity of the core to endure, fight and combat external realms. I have read infinite poems that portray the beauty of a girl who is in love and is fiercely radiant in the emotion that drives her to the edge of eternity. The beauty of humanness is not only in the radiance of joy or sanguine emotions that emit light and shine. The luminance of moonlight comes from the moon adorned in its darkness that radiates from the beauty of the wounds and scars that it beholds on its surface.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
