Life is already weaving its designs. Ahead of us flows an invisible web of colored strings Bonding to form the most vibrant fabric imaginable, Binding the very threads that make up our souls.
I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the guardrail. I am looking afar. A sail is fleeing to the horizon. A glass of Bordeaux in my left hand, A brush in the other, I let my passion express itself.
Sky-bound cloud castles shedding saltless tears of joy on moving snowscapes.
Her words draw upon our imagination and build connections with our own experiences. She views nature and the world around her as a companion, a mirror in which she sees her own aspirations.
i- Stone serpent conjured, erected by human hands. Rim charmed by passing souls runs, and rides along, protects. It shelters, and hides, undulates aside the lake. Man-crafted mineral matter, winding frontier between land and water, setting apart liquid body and earthy dust, stitching
Creativity is a voice that you call to. It is right there, ‘t sings inside of you. You just have to learn how to reach out to it, hold, and pull it through.
The light descending From the skies lets its magic Residues shimmer, And land an instant, Before it collects them back, And fades out of sight.
“The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.” H. Jackson Brown Jr.
I’m giving you space, But you are taking so much, It feels like escape.
There is so much I see, So much care, So much beauty, So much potential, That it diverts my gaze. Once I notice it, It starts to pop up, And spread All around me.
Powerful presence Watching, overseeing us, Enveloping souls, Weeping. Raging veil Piercing, eerily floating, Blowing, shadowing.
Sun-filled day, Light breeze Breathing through branches, Caressing my skin, Nurturing my soul.