Hello Ladies of hive. It's a privilege to partake in this contest. I as a person I prefer going to the office. For me, the office environment gives me the opportunity to connect with people, which adds

Hello Everyone Rural nature always gives us a special comfort to live in. The atmosphere is beautiful, far from the hustle and bustle of vehicle sounds. The air that can be inhaled is very fresh and

The Song of the Unasked Flower When a flower blooms it does not ask to the gray sky that covers the dusk or to the wind that secretly kisses its petals. It only sings in silence like a prayer that is released

A Voyage Without Harbor On the edge of the infinite sky our spirits sail seeking an invisible harbor. What is the ocean without the pull of the stars? What is life without a compass to dream? In the silence

The Other Me I am a shadow that does not bow to the sun treading a path of dusk unknown to time. Not a ripple in a wave of resignation I am the sea that divides itself. In my eyes, the sky is not always

The Invisible Path In the valley of silence time carves shadows footsteps etch poems on the damp earth; each step ascends as a prayer vanishing into the nameless horizon. The wind, a keeper of secrets

When Stars Whisper When the shadows stretch like a river of twilight and silence weighs the invisible burden on fragile shoulders O wandering soul, hear the soft hymn of the night: Rest, for darkness lulls

Rainbow Trail Don't be quick to judge the storm The storm is not an enemy but a gentle hand Sweeping dust from the surface of the sky Dispelling the wrong shadows Opening a window for the moon So that

The River Without End The calm water conceals the world like the sky that holds secrets in its silence. Each drop is a memory that flows carrying the soul sailing on the ripples of time that fade. In the

The Remnants of Morning In the remains of an unrecognizable morning I sit on the edge of time, flowing in silence. I see the leaves falling like hopes that are crushed before they bloom weak, without a

Elegy of the Bowing Sky Beneath a sky melting like an ancient candle I ask the unfinished morning why the fallen leaves descend in silence never mourning their descent Do they know that vanishing is but

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Hey 👋 Welcome to my blog So today i decided to draw halfling refugee Without wasting your time lets get to the process As always i like to keep my things simple and easy See yal next time 👍👋

Check your brakes it said Now the wall of arts! Phew! The Naughty Pup :) More from that wall And dragon? Someone has some explaining to do :) Cargo trucks and elves? If we were meant to stay in one place,

Hi, guys! Danza Kuduro and Balada Boa are two latin songs in Brazilian style, Portuguese language. @Silentscreamer, some weeks ago, as an iniciative to celebrate her birthday released an Open Mic related