In a garden of laughter, where joy blooms bright,
Two smiles dance freely in the soft moonlight,
Hyperboles whisper of stars in their eyes,
As they paint the world with colourful lies.
A metaphor blossoms, a flower of grace,
Her laughter a melody, a sweet embrace,
Personification lends a gentle hand,
As the night sky whispers, “I understand.”
Consonance echoes through the air they share,
Their bond a symphony beyond compare,
In this garden of laughter, where dreams take flight,
Two smiles illuminate the tranquil night.
I really enjoyed! Your blog Joel!!
Just need more words in your blog.
Great job!