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Black forest, skin of gold and diamond
In the deep night, the forest whispers,
Shadows woven from black silk, caressing the skin,
Every breath is a shiver, a wave of gold,
The air is heavy with mystery, sweet and sparkling.
Under the trees with dark branches, the skin shines,
A golden glow, like a buried secret,
Every step echoes, like a veiled promise,
The leaves whisper, heavy with fear and desire.
The piercing eyes of the sky, sparkling diamonds,
Watch over the silent, hypnotic dance,
Where fear becomes sweet, almost intimate,
And the darkness, a velvet adornment.
The forest, dark setting of a golden night,
Kiss the gold that flows over every curve,
Bursts of light pierce the shadow,
Like discreet jewels, placed on a naked body.
The silence becomes heavy, almost sacred,
An ancient luxury awakens under the moon,
Skin to skin, warmth in the dark,
Diamonds fall like rain, sparkle in the air,
Gold and black unite, in a fiery embrace.
Every breath, every kiss is a jewel,
Each shadow a fabric, woven of gold and night,
And the forest, queen of buried secrets,
Stretches out, bright and dark, into infinity.
Heavenly sweetness
The sky is tinged with vanilla cream,
Meringue clouds in the pink azure,
Each star, a grain of golden sugar,
Twilight, an enchanted dessert.
Graceful sweetness
In a burst of lace, grace blossoms,
A light breath, like a royal murmur,
Purity in pastel, sweet as a secret,
Elegance invites itself into every delicate thought.
Under powdery clouds, humility settles,
Like a hidden pearl, discreet and faithful,
Pink, lavender and pistachio macarons,
Offer sweet flavors to the palate of time.
Hands touch the silk, a gesture full of tenderness,
Graceful simplicity, in a burst of light,
Every color, a smile, every sweetness, a dream,
A delicate world, where the soul bows and rises.
The silver breath of the clouds
Under the embrace of the sky, the silver clouds glide,
White as silence, bright as brilliance,
Their slow dance brushes the phosphorescent moon,
They carry peace, in every light breath.
They stretch silently, veils of pure silver,
Their calm diffuses, soft as a ray,
A dream of ether and celestial gleams,
Where the silver sky touches infinity.
Under their veil the world rests in light,
Everything becomes silver, everything becomes clear,
Their passage leaves a glimmer of eternity,
A phosphorescent breath, floating in infinity.
In the silence I awaken
Under the veils of silence, I find my refuge,
A breath, light as a whisper, awakens my soul,
Every thought becomes vague, a gentle and wise caress,
Where the echo of the heart dances with the wind.
In this temple of calm, the light stretches,
She paints dreams in shades of peace,
My being opens, at peace with the moment,
And I am, simply, infinite in my momentum.
Image and word unite gently,
A poem is woven, thread of silver and silk,
Here I am the river, the leaf, the sky,
In every silence, I find the eternal.