goulash of scents twirls above the satin soft petals and the pear sweet taste in the air is a blessed joy
Pitter patter of centuries-old, hissing drip of raindrops in caves
cloud blemished its bliss-blue complexion and the sun was like a glowing medallion pinned to a sheet of white paper
The river was a fragile, universe-blue colour, like the subtlesweep of a painter's brush
Chocked the surroundingswithout a hint of mercy
Wordstangled on my tounge , muddled in a knot too tight for me to unravel
My heartcapults in my chest ,acting as a pendelumslamming into my ribcages
My heart was a rapidstaccato
Castingintricateshadows
Adding a touch of nostalgia
Covering ( ) with its unknownbelongings
Meandering through the
Ivy reached towards the heavenslike the fingersof an enchantedgiants
(place) forgotten by time
Deep within the heart of an ancientforests where the treeswhisperedsecrets and the air hummed with music
unclouded by cataracts
Memorygrewfonder
envelopedbydarkness
pinnacle of relaxation
() fluctuated effortlessly:gentlyfloating to the ground
I waited for the sun to decay :waiting for completedarkness to fallamongst me
traced the passage of time; each agespot told a story
chair itself was not the pinnacle of relaxation he had been convinced of earlier on in hislife; its creaksloudlyfilling the vastemptinesssurrounding him