Dive into the captivating world of "Inkscapes: Poetry Painted with Words." This collection weaves emotions into verses, taking you on a journey through love, nature, dreams, and self-discovery. Each poem is a canvas, carefully brushed with words tha...
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In a garden of porcelain roses, pristine and white, A young heart bloomed with innocence, bathed in light. Each petal whispered secrets, pure as morning dew, Lies like fragile flowers, in colors ever new.
Beneath the porcelain facade, where innocence resides, A world of hidden truths, behind the youthful lies. Their fragility, like petals, so easily torn, Yet the young heart cherished them from night to morn.
As porcelain roses aged, and colors deepened by, Lies grew more intricate, under the sun and sky. The shades of truth, they lingered, in shadows seldom known, Beneath the porcelain roses, where secrets have grown.
The garden, now a tapestry of roses, rich and dark, The innocence transformed, leaving a lasting mark. The fragility had faded, replaced by strength and grace, Yet the porcelain lies concealed, in this sacred space.
In the garden of porcelain roses, through the years that passed, The young heart's truth and lies, entwined and steadfast. A beauty born from innocence, in porcelain's disguise, A journey of young lies, where a fragile garden lies.
But deep within that garden, in the porcelain's hold, The young heart's secrets and truths, intertwined and bold. A tapestry of life, where innocence once thrived, In the garden of porcelain roses, where the young heart survived.
