Short Stories Anthology

Extra Poems!

In the incipient light of dawn,
A field of purple crocus flowers shone,
Their delicate petals reaching for the sky,
A symbol of hope that never dies.

Amidst the snowy peaks in the distance,
A world of pristine beauty and transcendence,
The earth below, a sea of brown and gold,
A reminder of the changing world, young and old.

As dusk descends, the sky turns fuchsia,
A bewitching sight, a world of lush flora,
But beneath the surface, turmoil lies,
As shadows creep and darkness tries.

Love's promise, a light in the dark,
A beacon of hope to mend the heart,
Forgiveness and empathy, the keys to unlock,
The power of love that never stops.

Through the seasons of life we journey,
With love as our guide, our hearts to carry,
Believe in the power of an apology,
And sow seeds of love with empathy.

For love is the heimat of our soul,
A place where two hearts become a whole,
In its embrace, we find our way,
Towards a brighter and happier day.

And as we sojourn through the seasons of life,
Embrace love and its gentle strife,
For it is in the power of love we find,
The courage to leave the past behind.

Love's promise is an anomaly,
Like Gumusservi on a winter's eve,
Fyrgebraec Sehnsucht, a longing we perceive,
Like a new moon rising, a promise to believe.

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In the incipient days of spring,
When the world awakens with a fuchsia ring,
The elysian field of purple crocus flowers
Bewitched the hearts with pristine powers.

The mountains, still clad in winter's quagmire,
A harbinger of the ephemeral snow and ice,
While the ground, covered in dry grass of brown,
Seeds a promise of viridity that will come around.

At dusk, when the sun descends,
And psithurism whispers in the wind,
The soulrocker takes a sojourn
To find an agape catharsis to be reborn.

The arcane knowledge of the universe,
An aloisia numinous experience to traverse,
To understand the acatalepsy of life,
And embrace the aesthetic in its strife.

With an appetite alliance for love,
And the saudade of a lost beloved,
The sempiternal longing for a soulmate,
A lacuna filled with hopes and fate.

From a thalassic souvenir of the sea,
To the sarang of love in me,
The werifesteria of wandering hearts,
And the orenda that never departs.

In the eventide of life, when darkness nears,
And the elixir of youth disappears,
We embrace the noirceur with grace,
And find the orphic in its embrace.

For in the end, we are all xenization,
Traveling through life with determination,
Fighting the kärsiä and the vagaries of fate,
To find our heimat, our quiddity, our state.

And so, we walk incognito,
Through the brumous path of life's flow,
But with the strength of the virago inside,
We conquer all, and let our love abide.

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In the spring, a field of purple crocus flowers,
Bloomed with viridity and pristine power,
An Elysian sight, a sign of life's rebirth,
An awakening of the earth.

But in the mountains, snow lingered on,
A quagmire of cold, a place where life was gone,
The ground was dry, a lacuna of green,
A place where beauty had yet to be seen.

And yet, an anomaly was found,
As a fuchsia flower rose from the ground,
A soulrocker, brave and strong,
In a place where it didn't belong.

Bewitched by its beauty, I wandered near,
Through the snow, I shed a tear,
For the fleeting nature of its existence,
And the beauty that defied resistance.