Day: 06/09/2023

Flowers Vibrant Hue

In a garden’s gentle embrace,
Beneath the sun’s warm golden trace,
Blooms a tapestry of vibrant hue,
Where nature’s secrets spring anew.

Ah, the flowers, graceful and fair,
With petals soft as whispered prayer,
They dance upon the windswept meadow,
As a kaleidoscope of colors weaves its show.

The rose, with its regal pose,
A symbol of love, as everyone knows,
Its velvety touch, a tender caress,
Leaves the heart in a state of sweet distress.

Tulips stand tall in rows so neat,
Their vibrant shades, a joyful treat,
From scarlet red to sunshine yellow,
They paint the world in a vibrant mellow.

Daisies, the epitome of innocence,
With snowy petals in pure elegance,
They dot the fields, like stars in the night,
Bringing joy and cheer with their simple sight.

Lilies bloom with a majestic grace,
Their fragrance delicate, filling the space,
White as purity, they stand so tall,
In awe, we witness nature’s grandest hall.

Sunflowers, basking in golden glory,
Turn their faces towards the sky’s story,
Their radiant gaze follows the sun’s embrace,
Guiding lost souls with their radiant grace.

And what of the humble wildflowers,
Sprinkled across meadows and distant bowers?
With their rustic charm and untamed glee,
They remind us of nature’s wild and free.

Oh, the flowers, a symphony of delight,
Painting the world with colors so bright,
They remind us of life’s delicate grace,
And fill our hearts with joy’s sweet embrace.

So let us cherish these gifts divine,
These floral treasures, forever entwined,
For in their blossoms, we find solace and cheer,
A testament to nature’s love, forever near.

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Treading Shadows: A Sinister Charade

In shadows' realm, a story unfolds
Of bonds entwined, a tale untold.
A girl with pen, her thoughts arise,
To sever ties, with veiled guise.

Her friend, so dear, with feelings true,
His heart aflame, emotions grew.
But she, aware, of deeper yearning,
Seeks solace in a quiet turning.

Softly, subtly, her steps advance,
A gentle dance, a delicate stance.
Through whispered words and subtle cues,
She weaves a spell, as friendship accrues.

She finds excuses, to drift afar,
Creating distance, beneath the stars.
A bond once strong, now wanes and fades,
As twilight's hush conceals charades.

With careful words, she walks the line,
A mask of friendship, so benign.
For in her heart, a weight does press,
To shield his soul, she must suppress.

She feigns indifference, masks he delight,
A connection dimming, vanishing from sight.
The artful guise of letting go,
A dance of whispers, ebb and flow.

Yet deep inside, a pang does rise,
For bonds once cherished, now comprise.
She bears the weight, the guilt within,
To spare his heart, she'll hide her sin.

But in her quest to ease his pain,
She rends her own, a heavy strain.
for secrets kept, will take their roll,
And haunt the depths of her weary soul.

Oh, bittersweet masquerade, this tender charade,
Where souls entangle, in shadows they fade.
May truth's embrace, their paths align,
To heal the hurt, and friendships realign.
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Pain Births Kindness

Quote: “No…I don’t think you understand. See, I’m only nice because no one was ever nice to me. I only pay attention to you because no one ever paid attention to me. I only love you because no one ever loved me. I don’t think you realize how much pain it takes to make a person this kind.”

 

In a canvas of words, a portrait profound,
A tale of pain and kindness, I expound.
With strokes of empathy, I shall paint,
An ekphrastic creation, a heart’s complaint.

No understanding, you may profess,
Of the scars that mold this kindliness.
From a barren landscape, a seed takes flight,
Bathed in tears of solitude, it finds its light.

A gentle touch, a foreign caress,
Reveals the absence, the void’s distress.
Yet within the shadows, a spirit finds voice,
Embracing the neglected, making a choice.

For every act of kindness shown,
In an arid landscape, compassion is sown.
The echoes of neglect, the void’s despair,
Blossom into empathy, beyond compare.

Attention paid, a scarce resource,
A remedy for a soul’s discourse.
In the portrait I sketch, a longing unfurled,
Seeking solace, transforming a wounded world.

Love, a fragile tapestry, torn and frayed,
A sentiment unrequited, but never swayed.
From loveless depths, a heart does glean,
The power to love, despite what’s been seen.

Do you fathom the weight of pain’s embrace,
The crucible that molds a spirit’s grace?
In each stroke, I lay bare the strife,
For kindness blossoms from a wounded life.

An ekphrastic canvas, vivid and clear,
Reflects the anguish, the courage held dear.
In hues of empathy, the image takes flight,
A testament to a soul’s relentless fight.

So behold this creation, wrought with care,
A testament to resilience, to hearts laid bare.
For in the depths of suffering, we find,
The power to be kind, in a world unkind.

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