**Whispers of the Eternal Bloom**
"A poetic ode to nature’s timeless beauty."
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**Eternal Blooming Whisper**
In the earth vase, it is very old but wise,
Standing in the sky painted with flowers.
Purple dreams and golden fire,
The petals lay alongside the natural choir. The veins slowly look like rivers,
A gentle song that the colour knows.
Not only does it bloom, but it also sparks
The flames of dawn, the black kiss.
Behind, the sunflowers sway and spin,
A picket fence, a world within.
The water sings, the breeze takes flight,
A dance of day, a hush of night. Ah, flowers, in silence, high,
You breathe in a place where time breaks up for everyone.
It lasted for a moment, but never faded.
A nuanced fairy tale convinces the heart. ---
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“The Memory Tree”
In the heart of a small village was an old tree, known as a tree of memory. Its branches stretched and its roots passed deeply, holding the murmur of past generations. Village residents believed that if someone put their hands on the bark and share his memory, the tree would hold it forever. And on quiet days, you can hear these echoes of memories when the wind tricks the leaves. A young boy named Elias arrived in the village with his grandmother, leaving behind everything that he once knew. He felt inappropriate, watching how other children play while he was sitting alone under a tree. One evening, his grandmother joined him and carefully put his hand on a rough bark of a tree. "Do you want to share my memory with her?" She asked. "Does it really listen?" Asked Elias.
By Rabia Rizwan11 months ago in Fiction
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Lovely! Beautifully written