Upon a solitary hill, a man stands tall,
As dusk descends with a crimson sprawl.
Time’s inexorable force, he feels within,
A tapestry of emotions, woven in.
It’s About Time
A Gateway Into Mystic Realms
Amidst the woods, a portal lies,
Where giant mushrooms touch the skies,
Exotic plants with vibrant hue,
They beckon me, as if they knew.
A Joyful Retreat
In a happy room, adorned with glee,
Where laughter dances wild and free,
A moment’s joy, a tale to tell,
As nature’s canvas weaves its spell.
A Rite of Passage
In the realm where dreams ignite,
A young woman walks into the light,
Beyond the gate, a hallowed place,
Where awe and fantasy embrace.
The Heart’s Abode
In the corners of our sacred space,
A haven dwells, a private place,
A room of peace, where silence blooms,
A sacred sanctuary within our home.
Liberation
Unrestrained, she roams,
Among blossoms, spirits rise,
Freedom’s dance, her own.
An Eerie Serenity
Amidst darkened boughs,
Uncertain paths wind and weave,
Fear’s silent echoes.