She is the fragrance of german candles That grandma cherish the most from 80 springs of her life. She is the pink embroidery in my yellow frock, in which I always find myself beautiful when no one does. She is the apricity I always embellish on my cheeks and the petrichors, I always ink in my journal. She is the nights when I refused to give space to tears and melancholy on my pillow and cuddled with dreams. She is the clinking of wind chimes and seatherny of evenings. She is peace. _______________________________________________
She is a belief painted in vermillion and golden hues that autumn adoring from its birth for a poet, that atleast they would cherish me. She is the words sheathed in a soldier's letter as attestation of being alive. She is the only beautiful metaphors I often write for my relation with afternoons She is fragments of "NOT GIVING UP". She is Hope.
She is the sevens suffused all over the greys I am wrapped in, The feeling of fondness that maa Often paste on my forehead. She is the thunderstorm that sounds like ballads She is a revolution, but a soft one. She is the meaning of life, that makes me to breathe one more time. She is the greatness of aphrodite roses in greek mythology She is each verse of sonnet 116 that knows nothing but love.
It's been one month since I am here and These beautiful souls seems like I knew them from the day I got to know about Love, affection and humanity. I owe each of you and I love each of you with all my heart...❤️❤️
An oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines words with contradictory definitions to coin a new word or phrase. The absurdity of the resulting statement allows writers to play with language and meaning. For example, the phrase " cold fire " is formed from contrasting words. In fact the word " oxymoron " is an oxymoron itself as it is derived from the Greek words “oxys” (meaning “sharp”) and "moros” (meaning “dull”).
--Today , write a creative piece using oxymoron.--