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    Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence
    Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence
    Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence
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    Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence

    By Olivia Oja

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    "Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence" is a evocative collection that dances between the realms of nature and emotion. Each poem captures the tumultuous beauty of life's storms, inviting readers to explore the vivid landscapes crafted by longing, loss, and revelation. With striking imagery and lyrical cadence, the verses unfold like a tempest, revea

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSwan Charm Publishing
    Release dateDec 22, 2024
    ISBN9789908155777
    Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence

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      Book preview

      Painted Beneath Stormlit Cadence - Olivia Oja

      Echoes in the Rain

      Pitter patter on the ground,

      A symphony, a soothing sound.

      Each drop tells a tale of old,

      In silence, memories are told.

      Clouds release their heavy sighs,

      As puddles form and dreamers rise.

      Footsteps dance on liquid glass,

      In echoes, moments dare to pass.

      Palette of the Night

      Brushstrokes of inky black,

      Filled with dreams, no reason to lack.

      Colors hidden, yet awake,

      In shadows, worlds will softly break.

      Stars are sprinkled on the floor,

      Mysteries whispered, tales of yore.

      The night unfolds a soft embrace,

      Painting magic in empty space.

      Fragments of a Tempest

      Winds howl through the trees,

      Branches strain under weight.

      Thunder echoes loud,

      Lightning paints the night.

      Drops of rain cascade,

      A ballet on rooftops.

      Nature’s harsh embrace,

      A dance of despair.

      Clouds collide with force,

      Whispers turn to shouts.

      Memories of calm,

      Drowned in the downpour.

      Each gust captures time,

      Moments lost in storms.

      Fragile hopes scattered,

      Like leaves in the gale.

      As silence returns,

      The world breathes again.

      Fragments of the tempest,

      Lingering in dreams.

      Tales told in shadows,

      Of battles fought in air.

      A storm’s heart lays bare,

      Fractured yet so whole.

      The Rhythm of Raindrops

      Pitter-patter sings,

      Nature’s soft refrain.

      Each drop a heartbeat,

      A melody of rain.

      Windows misty grey,

      World blurred in tears.

      Candles flicker dim,

      Whispers in our ears.

      Paths glisten and shine,

      As puddles form pools.

      Step carefully now,

      In water’s cool rules.

      Clouds drift lazily,

      Carrying their weight.

      A symphony hums,

      As daylight does fade.

      Underneath the sky,

      We dance in the mist.

      Embracing the chill,

      In moments like this.

      The rhythm of drops,

      A soothing embrace.

      In nature’s caress,

      We find our own place.

      Twilight's Whisper

      Fading light whispers,

      Secrets of the night.

      Stars begin to dance,

      In the soft twilight.

      Shadows stretch and yawn,

      As colors softly blend.

      The sky paints its tale,

      As day meets its end.

      Crickets start to sing,

      A lullaby of dusk.

      Night wraps around us,

      In gentle, cool husk.

      Each breath a soft sigh,

      The world slows its pace.

      Moments stretch like silk,

      In twilight’s embrace.

      Dreams begin to weave,

      In the fabric of time.

      The night softly calls,

      A melodic rhyme.

      Whispers of the stars,

      Guide us in the dark.

      In the hush of night,

      We find our own spark.

      Lines Between Storms

      Between each storm's roar,

      A silence hangs high.

      Moments stretch like clouds,

      In the vast, wide sky.

      Birds take flight in grace,

      On the edge of the wind.

      Hope flutters softly,

      As tempests rescind.

      The horizon blurs,

      As colors interlace.

      An artist painting,

      With strokes full of grace.

      Life breathes in the pause,

      A quiet resolve.

      Understanding blooms,

      Of what we involve.

      The lines drawn in air,

      Where calm meets the fierce.

      We stand in between,

      While the heart learns to pierce.

      In fleeting stillness,

      The world finds its voice.

      Between storms and sorrows,

      We too have a choice.

      Colliding Hues

      In twilight's grasp, the colors blend,

      Crimson whispers, where dreams ascend.

      Golden rays kiss the evening's face,

      Nature's palette, a soft embrace.

      Brushstrokes dance in a vibrant sky,

      Painting tales where shadows lie.

      Each hue a story, each shade a sigh,

      Life's canvas stretches, reaching high.

      Emerging stars with shimmering light,

      Holding secrets through the night.

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