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Soft whispers of the waterfall, Flowers singing in the wind, Birds saluting the sunrise, Spring rain tapping softly. Oh, how sweet is the sound of silence
She came to the young lonely soldier, Freezing in the trench It was the morning of his nineteenth year, His hands numb, his teeth clenched. She came to him with a bullet kiss His eyes glazed, he went back home. His heart was warm rememberi…
This was probably the hardest thing I had to do on Opuss. The response I got was absolutely fantastic. It was so hard to pick the winner and I rearranged the top 3 many times. But here it goes........ 3rd place: this goes to absolutely br…
Just reminding everybody that you still have time until Thursday to write something to do with VIOLET!
Your breath upon my neck, Your hands on my skin, Sending shivers down my spine. Your gentle caress, Whispers in my ear, Your tone urgent, "Please be mine." Your gentle kiss, Warms my lips, Your mouth, it seems so bitter, But, Oh, I wish …
Black snake slithers round, Sending shivers down my spine He plants his seed into my ear It sprouts inside in no time. The sky outside is greyer now, A smile doesn't make much sense The slimy tongue still whispers lies, The snake is alwa…
Thank you so so so much @Petitpois22 for picking my piece for your challenge. Now I want to challenge all of you. ANYONE can enter. All you have to do is write a piece which ties in to the colour I choose and tag me in the comments :) I wil…
So you think that those thick trees, Are a home to a song-filled bird? They're really just elder souls, In their hard, cracked skin captured. The heavens hanging above your head, Is just dispersed sunlight. Wrong, I say, they are cold wing…
What is a red apple, With a rotten core? What's a perfect smile, When the teeth are still so sore? What's a flawless cover, When the pages are ripped out? And what's a life in luxury, When the days are pointless and short? So what's the p…
Your eyes look through the glass at me, The eyes of the past Fresh, blooming beauty. You had the flower in your hair, Your cheeks so rosy, Your skin so fair. The first 'I love you' on the beach, Our bear feet just out of the dark sea's…
Winter is coming The majestic trees lose their rich, red robes, Leaving them bare, exposing their bones. Their skeletal arms tremble in the grey, Delivering moans and grunts of dismay. Winter is coming The freezing air robs the birds of th…
True beauty comes from the heart.