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 .

A magical sea .
Shimmering all around
Like blue stained glass .
A bridge between the veils .
Unseen by my eyes .
But it draws the heart to look out .

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 .

Struck by a cool breeze ,a breath of fresh air.
Her heart skips a beat ,
She felt a small bud bloom there .
Where past thorns lay .
Time heals .
But now her curious heart is leading the way .
Through winding alleys that felt like a maze .
She stopped at a rickety fence .
Wild lavender grew through the cracks.
Graffiti adorned in pink paint
In big letters read Love.
Her heart knows she will find it where she least espects.

When I lay down to sleep.
I paint a picture I'll love to dream.
Warm Shimmering shades of blues  
I'll have for the sea.
Waves of white silk .
Pebbles  of aquamarine
That shines oh so crystal deep.
A golden horizon. Yellows and golds .a warm sunset to behold .
A gentle breeze a lullaby.
Guides my soul,where dreams can fly .

A little girl with braids in her hair .
Her sparkling eyes, and joyfull smile .
She sits in a garden teaming with life .
Her guardian  angel sits by her side .
She raises her hand to touch the breeze.
And to her surprise a white dove flys down to greet .
A peaceful creature ,her new best friend.
It lays upon her hand with grace.
A timeless bond a fleeting sight .
A moment wrapped in gentle light .

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Love is like diomonds shimmering in the light.
A lusta so pure a beatifull and rare sight .
But it can also cut deep like ice
Leaving scars along the way ,we somtimes hide .
But remember we are the diomonds.
We hold the light
A inner radiance we carry inside .

In the sharp ice of winter.
Frosted  red roses and pastel pinks.
A towering oak tree stands steadfast and wide.
With a heart and arrow carved inside.
But the initials have faded away .
But the heart endured the wind and rain .
Through mist and frost the memories remain .
Echos of past .
Where winters sings .
And love still remains .

Dreams of  white butterflys in the moonlight sky .
The shimmers of light , a beautiful sight .
They weave and turn in circles of love .
A dance of all dance .
So enchanting and serene.
If u listen closely,you might hear
their fluttering hearts.
In their heavenly wings .

A beautiful green meadow all bursting with bloom.
White jasmine that glitters like dew drops in June.
A oasis of scent fills the air .
A woman stands at the edge ,lost in a distant stare .
Her red locks of hair kissed by the sun .
Her white laced dress flows on a magical breeze .
She searches the winds for love unknown .
But as she gazed at the world outside.
She found love waiting deep inside .

A small sampan boat ,with a man so  very wise .
Crosses a river
With blues and whites that shimmer.
Brilliant diomonds scattered in the sky .
A sea eagle crosses his path ,with feathers so bright.
As time flows gently drifting by .