Categories
- Bakrid
- Shayari
- Quotes
- Thoughts
- Wishes
- Sad
- Love
- Comedy
- Videos
- Poetry

Language

RSS

Nojoto App Download

Seraphine Lumiere

Follow

writer who's both psychologic philosophical silent words can be loud

6Stories
14Followers
56Love 468Views

Latest
Popular
Video

Seraphine Lumiere

Report Abuse

ow and wonder

63 View

Seraphine Lumiere

Report Abuse

song called infinity

81 View

Seraphine Lumiere

#roseday In the quiet embrace of dawn, a solitary rose stood in the garden, its crimson petals glistening with morning dew. Each petal, a delicate whisper of beauty, clung to the bloom with a fragile grace, a testament to fleeting moments of splendor.

As the sun climbed higher, a gentle breeze stirred, and the first petal fell, twirling slowly to the ground. It was a sigh, a soft lament of time's relentless passage. One by one, the petals drifted away, each departure a silent echo of sadness, a soft murmur of farewell.

The rose, once vibrant and full, now stood bare,
was a poignant beauty, a tender melancholy. The garden held its breath, honoring the rose’s silent, noble descent. In the loss, there was a quiet reminder of the inevitable, a bittersweet dance of life’s ephemeral nature.

©Seraphine Lumiere

#roseday a rose redemption

90 View

Seraphine Lumiere

#sad_quotes Elijah's window, a portal to the past and future, stands in a room bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Its frame, ancient and intricately carved, bears the marks of time—stories etched in wood. The glass, clear as a spring morning, is a canvas for the sun’s farewell, capturing hues of amber and rose.

Through this window, the world outside transforms into a living poem. The sky, a vast expanse of deepening blue, is speckled with the first stars of evening, whispering secrets of the cosmos. The horizon blurs, blending the silhouette of distant mountains with the soft veil of mist rising from the earth.

A solitary tree, gnarled and wise, stands sentinel just beyond the pane. Its branches, like arms outstretched, cradle the memories of seasons past—each leaf a verse, each knot a stanza. In the breeze, they murmur lullabies and legends, a chorus of nature’s enduring song.

As shadows lengthen, the window reflects an inner world. It is a mirror of contemplation, where thoughts drift like clouds, forming and reforming, an ever-changing tapestry of mind and spirit. Here, dreams take flight, unhindered by the constraints of reality, and the soul finds solace in the gentle ebb and flow of time.

Elijah's window is not just a view, but a journey—a passage to a realm where every glance is a story, every moment a cherished memory. It is a threshold between the mundane and the mystical, where the heart learns to see with the eyes of a poet.

©Seraphine Lumiere

#sad_quotes elijah's window

72 View

Seraphine Lumiere

#Emotional the dessert 🍪#dessert

54 View

Seraphine Lumiere

#twilightofahidden #outoflove in the twilight of a hidden pond

#outoflove #twilightofahidden

108 View

Trending Topic