@WordsbyRi_ Whispers on the breeze, a sigh unheard,
Lost in the shuffle, a forgotten word.
No grand inscription, no lingering trace,
Just the echo of moments, a fleeting embrace.
@vivienne_blooms His touch, a scorpion on a prickly pear,
Sweet nectar laced with venom's sharp embrace.
Her tongue, a flower begging to be rare,
Blooms crimson, fear a thorn upon His face.
@Indra_Bartona negative thoughts have undefeatable speed. Our inner strength....should slow it down, stop it and reverse course. Alas. Easier said in words, posters and podcasts.
Not silk or velvet, nor gems that enthrall
But the spirit within, that transcends them all.
He crafted not an object, but a symbol bold
A story unspoken, worth more than pure gold.
He saw past the surface, the shallow display
And captured her essence, in a collar's soft sway.