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#naturesbeauty
As the seasons turn, a story's spun, Blooming flowers bring renewal and growth within. Hope and promise in every bloom unfold, New beginnings in vibrant rooms to behold. Long days and vacations intertwine souls, In harmony, hearts beat with gentle goals. A cozy atmosphere, leaves changing hues, Soil's richness yields a harvest of sweet Muse. Shorter days, snow and frost descend, A time for indoor pursuits that warm and mend. Snuggling by the fire, warmth abides, A season of reflection, love, and gentle tides.
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
Nature's Rhythm
In the near-night morning When the sun Battling timidity Avoided approaching the skies. When birds laid slain with sleep When the day Had of late, been begotten And laid suckling in the rocking ***** of time. Upon an insomnia-provoked thought I pondered. Wondering what the age of the sun might be. Delved into some critical reasoning here. Danced to the beats of deep philosophizing there. Borrowing Plato's cloak.... The sun Impregnated with heat She sprays the earth with good shining. Negotiating with darkness She innovates light. She constantly radiates a golden smile. NO WRINKLES IN HER EYES, LIE! Alas! Alas! My thoughts procreated futility. We may never know the age of the sun.
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Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 3:20 AM UTC
Age of the sun
Fire dream from the sky Clouds of White will not pour Enough. Gulfs of sea carve- riverbeds shrubs, sediment Leap out of view Make Space Share Life
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
On a blue sky day
Who would think a rose so sweet Would dry and crumble at the feet And blooms that scent the night and day Would steal a heart, then fade away With petals soft and fondly red Sweet essence fills an addled head Then turns to dust before the eyes Leaving naught, but sad surprise Who would think such thorny vine Could lift a blossom as divine And by the stem on which it stands Could so wrong an offered hand Such strength and beauty is rarely true A blessing owned by very few As 'neath the soil, in winters keep There sleeps a rose to tear a cheek Who would think that perfect bloom Could be a bane, a curse of doom So fine a sight, yet in disguise A rose to ***** and blind the eyes
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
A Rose