A gentle spiral Shades of blue and pastel pinks White rose petals Mesmerising in the soft breeze At the heart A graceful dancer Whirling in prayer A beautiful soul In celestial motion Gaze held on the beloved
Twilight night Sapphire sky A chill in the air A snow moon Piercing bright Moon path on the water A lace of light Nature's beauty captivating her Upon a ethereal shore
In twilight's glow A gentle light A lake serene A pair of swans Glide side by side In beatifull grace Their Love reflects in waters deep A beautiful bond complete
Magestic eagles A mesmerising dance In the sky's above Drawn together They cling to each othet Twists and turns In haunting glides In perfect sync In fleeting feats of grace
Jagged peaks carve his path Like black onyx absorbing light An amber sun in muted gold A fading light Hidden dangers lie ahead In haunting echos Where shadows test He stills his mind A strength he finds
Painting a scene Light violet and purple flowers in spring A hint of lavender mist Light blue sky's, a touch of serene Crisp white clouds A tint of white Each brushstroke a traquil peace
When darkness sets In the world of dreams The unconscious stirs Where nightmares loom And shadows grow Fears come alive ,with no control Where do the nightmares go ?
A blood red rose in one hand, A silver dagger in the other , Which one will she choose ? Could either seal her fate , An inner vioce says , "Take neither my dear ".
In the realm of dreams, Pretty poetry, Words crystal clear, She read them so perfectly, When she awakes , The Memories fade A distant whisper remains, And her search begins .
A delicate crystal elephant, Fleeting in the mind , Reminds me of an enchanting lucky charm. A red heart came befour it . Softly embedded in the heart. A beautiful gift from the past .
Many beautiful words describe The devine love . Do we hold the key . Or is it etched in the heart or soul ? I do not know . But we our given the beautiful gift of words .
The ocean in peaceful shades of blue . Magical ,mysterious, enchanting. A soft ripple spreads far. Cool to the touch. It cleanses the soul. In depths of calm . Where ocean waves echo. A beautiful sound
A elderly gentleman. Stands by the flowers. Not knowing which ones to buy. He takes in the colors, the beautiful scents . For his beloved. A single red rose he picks .
The beatifull moonflower . Blessed by the rain they grow. Under the full moon they glow . In enchanting shades of blue . She knows how to heal a broken heart. She must let her teardrops fall . To illuminate her path.
Only love can ride the currents of time. Spread on the wings of the divine. A powerful force that soars free As soft as a feather. As gentle as a breeze
A crisp winters day. Pale blue moon . Sun shines white. As an icy breeze, chills the face. Snow settles on the frozen sea A rose gently laid on a bench. A beautiful deep red . For the love they shared.
In the stillness of midnight When night and day collide. I go within. Where shadows stir. And time blurs. A traquil stillness. To mend the mind And soothe the soul .
I believe in angels The very human kind . With invisible wings . And hearts so kind. They have no idea who they are A stranger on the street. They shine a light for us to see. And comes to us in times of need . And vanish when their work is done . These beautiful angels living under our sun.
A undying love Beatifull and very sweet . As deep as a ocean. As bright as a star . Two burning hearts that beat . Transcends time and space by far. Death does not keep them apart. A unbreakable bond . That can be felt, not just seen. Near and far .
I would love a beautiful garden I can go to when I sleep. A pretty garden I can allways find. A beautiful bird of paradise I'll love. . A trellis of wild red roses to remember my dad . Pure white orchids only my mum could grow . A glisten of snow drops with a dusting of snow . Painted butterflys that come alive All in a purfume scent so devine . And every time I remember their love . My garden grows .
I was very lost in London. But I knew my destination. I was not familiar. With Londons busy vibration.
Panic attacks arisen. The train platform I had to find . It was like the universe conspired to hide. To keep it hidden from my mind. A man with shopping bags I asked . Stepped up with no hesitation. We went around in many circles. It had become a bewildering mission. In the end we found it hidden. The only platform with no number. I then shook his hand with great affection. This man with the kindest heart ❤️. And beautiful spirit .
The aloof black jaguar shrouded in mystery. Lives in a enchanting forest under a canopy. He dances from light to shadow with magestic ease. Shrouded in legends from all corners of the earth. A beautiful mystery. A timid old soul indeed. When the sun goes down to night . His golden piecing eyes come alight
Africa's most golden treasure ,the savanna. Where nature plays a tune. Burnt orange, striking reds fill the air . And a captivating moon. There roam gentle giants as ancient like the sun. They gather all around to protect their young. Deep bonds of love through generations. That stands the test of time .