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Amas Veritas

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Springtime petals spiral amid warm winds

Floating toward a vision of rare beauty,

Effervescent sunlight sings your song

And I imagine soft pink lips on mine.

Copper brown eyes, deep and wistful

Embrace the vulnerability of my heart,

Strong, kind hands hold compassion

And I know love radiates within your soul.

Crystal clear waterfalls emanate your touch

Rippling through my trembling skin,

Your existence is a pure, magical secret

And I pray I may never be broken hearted.

Filed under Creative Writing Writing Poetry Magic True Love Amas Veritas

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In Loving Memory With every seed planted, With every garden grown, With every budding rose, You will be remembered. In every passing day, In every beating heart, In every written word, You will be remembered. For every blooming life, For every radiant flower, For every petal wilted, You will be remembered.

In Loving Memory

With every seed planted,

With every garden grown,

With every budding rose,

You will be remembered.

In every passing day,

In every beating heart,

In every written word,

You will be remembered.

For every blooming life,

For every radiant flower,

For every petal wilted,

You will be remembered.

(Source: fanstory.com)

Filed under sheddinpetals Poetry Love Memory

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Winter The sun hides behind mist and clouds,Birds sing the last of their hypnotic sounds,Toward the south their wings will fly,Silence to reflect on the year gone by.Icy winds make the skin feel raw,Then snow comes and hearts soar,A blanket of white for all to see,Cheeks and noses red with glee.The streets are full of sparkling lights,Colourful auras and beautiful sites,Many are bursting with Christmas cheer,The season is festive, Winter is here.

Winter

The sun hides behind mist and clouds,
Birds sing the last of their hypnotic sounds,
Toward the south their wings will fly,
Silence to reflect on the year gone by.

Icy winds make the skin feel raw,
Then snow comes and hearts soar,
A blanket of white for all to see,
Cheeks and noses red with glee.

The streets are full of sparkling lights,
Colourful auras and beautiful sites,
Many are bursting with Christmas cheer,
The season is festive, Winter is here.

Filed under Creative Writing Writing Poetry Winter Seasons Nature Christmas Photography

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Playful fingers run softly through brunette tendrils, Amorous yearnings escape luscious red lips, Sensual shivers linger upon smooth olive skin, Sexual pulses entice lustful hunger with every beat, Intoxicating desire feeds the fire between limber legs, Orgasmic excitement teases irresistible addiction, Natural intensity leaves her undone.

Playful fingers run softly through brunette tendrils,

Amorous yearnings escape luscious red lips,

Sensual shivers linger upon smooth olive skin,

Sexual pulses entice lustful hunger with every beat,

Intoxicating desire feeds the fire between limber legs,

Orgasmic excitement teases irresistible addiction,

Natural intensity leaves her undone.

Filed under Creative Writing Writing Poetry Acrostic Poem Passion Love Sex Digital Art

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Autumn The wind whispers through the trees, Red, Orange and Yellow leaves. Animals burrow for warmth underground, Somewhere to sleep, nowhere to be found. Nature wilts of all its beauty, Calm, crisp and colourful serenity. The equinox of peace when life comes to end, A time to remember as maturity descends. Day turns to night as the sun sets early, Purples, pinks, a sky unworldly. A tender reminder of the Summer past, The season of harvest, it’s Autumn at last.

Autumn

The wind whispers through the trees,
Red, Orange and Yellow leaves.
Animals burrow for warmth underground,
Somewhere to sleep, nowhere to be found.

Nature wilts of all its beauty,
Calm, crisp and colourful serenity.
The equinox of peace when life comes to end,
A time to remember as maturity descends.

Day turns to night as the sun sets early,
Purples, pinks, a sky unworldly.
A tender reminder of the Summer past,
The season of harvest, it’s Autumn at last.

Filed under Creative Writing Writing Poetry Autumn Seasons Nature Harvest Digital Art