Beneath the crescent moon’s soft glow,Whispers of a river, a liquid flow.Nature’s ballet in the midnight show. Silent footsteps on a cobblestone street,Echoes of nostalgia, a tale complete.Memories woven in each heartbeat. City lights twinkle in the night,A constellation of dreams takes flight.In the symphony of darkness, pure delight. A lone book rests on a …
Beneath the azure sky’s bright cheer,Sunbeams dance, dreams draw near.A symphony of laughter’s song. Golden rays touch morning’s dew,Nature’s hug, a radiant view.Meadows bloom in colors bold. Butterflies in a rhythmic trance,Dancing through a flowery dance.Whispers of a gentle breeze. Children’s laughter, pure delight,Echoes of innocence take flight.Skipping stones on a rippling stream. Harmony in …
In shadows cast by the waning moon,A symphony of sorrow begins to croon.Beneath the weight of a heavy heart,A tapestry of pain, a tragic art. Silent screams echo in the night,A soul entangled in a web so tight.Whispers of anguish, a mournful song,In the heart’s abyss, where shadows throng. A palette of gray paints the …
The wise farmer plants his seeds,The wise farmer his flock feeds,The wise farmer advice heeds,The wise farmer does good deedsThe wise farmer forever leads,To the harvest, the wise farmer proceeds.
“Pack your yellow blouseAnd meet me at the lighthouseMy love.I’ve received word from my uncleJohn one who gave me that buckleMy dove.He just came from FinlandAnd invites us to auld England,Together with cups from LithuaniaHe sent us tickets aboard the Lusitania.” Aboard the U-20,Captain Walther Schwieger waits patiently“Sir, we must fulfill our mission;We have plotted …
Sails fluttered all the tales do say,At the crack of dawn, at the break of day,Gunners’ brows sweaty and fingers sooty. That morning was calm and the seas azure blue,Sailing abreast, not a line but two,A plan hatched well in advance. His Majesty’s men followed Horatio’s planDespite being outnumbered almost two to a man,They answered …
Hey, how’s it going? It’s been a minuteSorry I took a while to answer your last letter. So much’s been going on and I never really settled before this moment. They started the train service again. I’m looking at it right now, actually, as it treks across the meadow.It’s raining. Raindrops are racing across the …
A flower buds,A flower blossoms,A flower shines. A flower shrinks,A flower withers,A flower dies.
A prize priced high from days of auld,A prize fought for by the brave and the bold,Abreast and alert as the tales told,And then we shall know peace. Let lighthearted men be first to unsee,Let the brave remember all that came to be,Strong and prepared, so we will always be free,And then we shall know …
