The independent she who loves life
It is my Aurora, My haven of peace. As I set my foot on the hallowed earth, I lose myself. The shining dazzle of the array, Pervades to my inner being, Illuminating the dark corners, Stoking the dying embers, Igniting new ones. An irridiscent hue, And luminiscent cues, Showing me the way in the dark… Continue reading My Aurora
An insidious wave of ecstasy, It overwhelmed her soul. What was once a forbidden fruit, It was now hers to relish. She had the courage to shatter that illusory glass, It had encaged her spirit in its shimmery visage. She scrubbed off the gloss, She did it hard, She did it long. She reached to… Continue reading Insidious: Word of the Day Challenge
She lived in a bubble, Caged in the glassy coccoon, She saw the outside world, In a pristine hue. The refracted truth, The sheathed life, The veiled truth, Life a lie! A frothy placebo, That showed what it wanted to tell, She floated in the pink panorama, Weaving an illusionary web. She was happy, She… Continue reading Living in a bubble
Amble along the alleys of life, Savouring joys untold, Fathoming the fantasies bold. Unlock the cache of joy, For life is to live to the core, Life's treasure trove brims with exuberant ecstasy all the more. You will smile, If you let yourself smile, And not dampen the euphoric rapture. Behold the beauty of life,… Continue reading Amble -Word of the Day Challenge
If you look on the sidelines, In the dark corners, You'll find her, Hidden by her mane, Her nose in a book. With her head in the clouds, Hiding her feelings, Away from the world, If you sat by her, While the world passed you by, She would tell you a story. Behind the pain… Continue reading Her story
She was one of those rare ones, Who could feel the sun on her skin during the coldest winters, For she loved herself, And the whole world loved her for it.
As I sit with eyes closed, I listen to the rain falling. The droplets white, Make a rhapsody all around. The gentle pelt, An everlasting cascade, It rises to a crescendo, Only to ebb into a perennial flow. It drums up a symphony profound, All notes perfectly found, The wild cacophany around, It does not… Continue reading What it tells me
