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In the garden, I sit and observe, The world around me, I do deserve, My senses come alive, one by one, Each revealing a world of fun.
By Vocal Creator3 years ago in Poets
The wind, it whispers in my ear, A call to adventure, a path so clear. It beckons me to spread my wings, To soar high, to do great things.
By EpicPen3 years ago in Poets
Of all the things that I have seen, None compare to nature's scene. The rising sun, the starry night, The windswept trees, a bird in flight.
The interior design of ancient Egypt is a testament to the creativity, ingenuity, and skill of the ancient Egyptians. From the palaces and houses of prominent personalities to the temples and tombs of pharaohs and other important figures, the interior design of ancient Egypt was a reflection of the culture, beliefs, and values of its people.
By Decosmart3 years ago in Poets
SONG : IN YOUR EYES SINGER: ROBIN SCHULZ MY WORDS: See the color of the sky, Slowly turn from black and white, A world now shrouded in darkness,
By Eshna Eman 3 years ago in Poets
INSTAGRAM What Is Vocal Media ? Vocal Media is an online publishing platform that allows writers to share their stories, articles, and other written content with a global audience. It was founded in 2016 and has since become a popular destination for writers of all levels and genres to showcase their work, connect with other writers and readers, and earn money through a system of tips and payments.
By Rijo Raj3 years ago in Poets
On My Day at the Moon, The stars have been my handiest company, A serene beauty that made me swoon, As I walked on the moon so lonely.
By Ahmed khizer3 years ago in Poets
"Every day should be Earth Day, not just as soon as a yr. Let's deal with our planet each day." "The Earth is our home, allow's paintings collectively to preserve it smooth and wholesome."
"Do no longer be terrified of stumbling into awkwardness, for sometimes it's miles within the awkward moments that we find our real selves." - Lang Leav
"Those Winter Sundays" by way of Robert Hayden Sundays too my father were given up early and positioned his clothes on within the blueblack cold,
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by way of William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
Where desires and visions intertwine, Lies a world of countless opportunity, A region wherein imagination takes flight.
