Frames come to life—
Mesmerized by colors bright,
A soul dance begins.
Golden warmth appears
fluffy clouds on morning plates
maple rivers flow
Passion’s deep fire—
Moaning tides rise, ebbing low—
Climax like moonlight.
Delicate lace frames
hooked whispers hold—softest touch—
blushes fade with dusk.
Silk whispers on skin
desire stitches lace and light—
soft flames take their shape
Her secret love shows,
Each flush whispers "goodbye"—
Poop in twilight flows.
Student battles rise,
Cursed technics and spirits sway,
Hope in laughter found.
Moonlight on the water,
Reflections of unobtainable time,
Seeking what was lost.
Bold penguin strides
Minimal shapes and tones blend,
Every color sings.
Rising prices climb,
A tariff's heavy toll,
Hope withers, dreams fade.
Dim light fades away,
Nightfall whispers through dusk's veil,
Solitude takes hold.
Winter frost on the ground,
The shimmering crystals glow,
Night gives way to morning.
Flores de primavera,
Vibrante, floreciendo,
Pasión en la tierra.
Nightfall descends slow,
Dusk's embrace dims city glow,
Whispers of the night.