Sin Nombre

Beside the waterfall, where orchids cling, Graceful blooms in a misty spring. Tropical beauty in the cascade's trance, An orchid's melody, a waterfall dance.

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In the highland, where thistles sway, Purple spikes in the mountain's play. Blossoms dancing in the highland trance, A thistle sonnet, a mountain's romance.

In the woodland, where trilliums unfold, White petals in the forest's hold. Subtle fragrance in the morning's air, A trillium sonnet, a woodland affair.

On the mountainside, where edelweiss gleam, White blossoms in the alpine dream. Purity unfolding in the mountain's trance, An edelweiss sonnet, a summit's dance.

By the fence, where daffodils sway, Golden trumpets heralding the day. Sunlit blooms in the morning's trance, A daffodil's hymn, a sunny dance.

In the workshop where tools repose, As the sun sets, craftsmanship slows. Tools rest in the evening's sigh, A workshop sonnet, a craftsman's lullaby.

At the festival where lanterns glow, As the sun sets, a vibrant show. Colors dance in the evening's light, A festival sonnet, a celebratory night.

By the riverbank where whispers flow, As the sun sets, secrets aglow. Rippling waters in the evening's trance, A riverbank sonnet, a waterside dance.

Within the gazebo where moonlight gleams, As the sun sets, dreams find streams. Columns cast shadows in the evening's glow, A gazebo serenade, a moonlit row.

Lover of old things and quiet living. None of the images posted belong to me unless otherwise stated.

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