Sunflower🌻for Emily: March 2025

The Twilight's Whispers

A single tree stands solemn in the fading light,
Its branches weave stories in the velvet night.
Pink and purple hues embrace the sky,
As twilight whispers its soft goodbye.

The waters below, a mirror of dreams,
Reflecting heaven's gentle streams.
Each ripple tells secrets, muted, deep,
Where the day's last echoes quietly sleep.

Shadows stretch, the stars alight,
A dance begins to welcome night.
In nature's quiet, peace takes its throne,
And the earth hums softly, alone.

Beneath the canopy, stillness unfolds,
A sanctuary where life's beauty molds.
The gentle breeze carries forgotten tunes,
Through starlit skies and silver moons.

The whispers of dusk, they linger and play,
A soft hymn to cradle the close of day.
And as the night claims its silent reign,
Dreams arise, unbound by earthly chain.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

The Bridge Made of Words

Between distant shores and fractured lands,
A bridge arises, built by unseen hands.
No stone, no steel, no timber in sight,
But verses woven, glowing with light.

Each word a thread, delicate yet strong,
Binding together where hearts belong.
In languages varied, in voices unique,
Peace finds its echo, inclusion speaks.

The rhyme softens the clash of the tide,
Drawing together those worlds that divide.
Through metaphors, truths quietly unfold,
Uniting the weary, the timid, the bold.

Poetry, the bridge where all may meet,
Crossing divides with rhythmic feet.
Its span—endless, its essence pure,
A refuge of hope, where love may endure.

Let the ink flow, let the stanzas sing,
Let the bridge carry the world's healing spring.
For poetry, a bond that none can sever,
A bridge to peace, forever and ever.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Ethereal Enchantment

Beneath the emerald canopy, where whispers weave through ancient trees,
A sylvan realm, untouched by time, hums with secrets on the breeze.
Moss carpets soft, a verdant hue, where footsteps vanish into air,
And sunlight spills like liquid gold, painting dreams beyond compare.

The forest breathes an ageless song, where shadow dances, light entwines,
Each leaf a page of fabled lore, spun in threads of mystic lines.
The brook sings soft in crystal notes, a melody that sirens knew,
Guiding wanderers through the haze, to lands where petals drink the dew.

Here lies a realm where fairies dwell, their laughter chiming, sweetly sung,
With wings that shimmer, spun of mist, in hues of twilight's silken tongue.
A castle glimmers, ivy-clad, its towers lost in boundless skies,
Where sleeping tales awaken slow, beneath the gaze of moonlit eyes.

Oh, step into this spellbound glade, where every path leads hearts astray,
Where time dissolves in golden light, and dreams come alive to play.
For in this forest, rich with charm, enchantment blooms, eternal, free—
A fairy-tale of endless wonder, a sanctuary for the soul to be.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

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The Twilight's Whispers

The Bridge Made of Words

Ethereal Enchantment