Curtains

Curtains

As breathless curtains stir in the gentle breeze, the melodies of the singing tree fill the air with a symphony of nature's song. The smell of old rain lingers, a reminder of past storms that have washed away the worries of yesterday.

I drift, carried away on a raft made of yesterdays, floating effortlessly on the sea of memories. My mind wanders, lost in dreams of what once was and what could be.

The world around me fades away as I surrender to the tranquility of the moment. The waves gently rock me, lulling me into a state of pure bliss. I am weightless, free from the constraints of time and space.

In this peaceful solitude, I find solace in the beauty of the world around me. The sun sets in a fiery blaze of color, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The stars twinkle above, guiding me on my journey through the vast expanse of the universe.

I close my eyes and let the dreams carry me away, drifting further and further into the unknown. And as I surrender to the endless possibilities that lie ahead, I am filled with a sense of peace and contentment. For in this moment, I am truly free.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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