Curtains (31)

In a realm where dreams take flight, peacocks dance in hues so bright. Their feathers gleam a vibrant show as if the suns own rays they saw.

A sea of prosperity, like feathers in the breeze, a symbol of resilience, a promise to appease.

A tapestry of lines a rhythmic sway, where patterns dance and shadows play. Gray threads weave a mystic spell, a symphony of lines a silent tell

A filed of toil, where nature’s bounty grows. Each plant, a testament to tireless throes. The farmer’s hand, a guiding force unseen, nurturing life, a verdant, a hopeful scene.

Each petal in a brushstroke, a work of art, a melody of colors, that steals the heart. A garden of wonder, where joy resides, Crimson Butta, where passion abides.

Scarlet Garden, a vibrant sight, petals that unfurl, bathed in morning light.

Stems ascend a graceful sway, in this floral ballet, they softly play. Lavender clusters, like jewels so fine, a symphony of nature, a design divine.

Striped coats dance in time’s spread, a floral touch, a splash of red. A Zebra’s pulse, a visual delight, a playful pattern, from morning till night

A whisper of lace, a touch of faded grace, where memories softly trace, in this victorian space.

A gentle reminder of nature’s art, a peaceful refuge, from the heart. A thread in a nature’s loom, a silent witness in the twilight’s gloom.

In a canvas of Sandra desert’s sight, palm trees sway beneath a boundless sky. In a pattern of life singing a rhythmic beat, a desert oasis is a quite retreat.

Beneath the canopy of colors, a tranquil scene, where nature’s beauty meets the peaceful eager