Between Shadows and Rain

By Linda Leevike

"Between Shadows and Rain" invites readers into a world where the delicate interplay of light and darkness converges, creating a tapestry of emotions that resonates deep within the soul. This collection captures the essence of fleeting moments, revealing the beauty hidden in the mundane and the profound insights found in vulnerability. In e

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swan Charm Publishing
• Release date: Dec 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9789908195667

Book preview

Hidden Realms of Wet Shadows

In forests deep where shadows weave,

Lies the secret we believe.

Dewy petals, whispers low,

In hidden realms, the wonders grow.

Through misty veils and emerald trees,

Curious dreams ride on the breeze.

Quiet streams with tales unfold,

Of magic woven, ancient, old.

With every step, the earth will sigh,

Beneath the cloak of twilight sky.

In secret glades, the heart feels light,

A world of calm, where day meets night.

Echoing laughter, soft and sweet,

In shadows' grasp, our spirits meet.

Through hidden realms, we journey on,

In wet shadows, we're never gone.

An Overture of Weeping Skies

Beneath the clouds, the heavens weep,

A symphony of sorrows deep.

Raindrops fall like gentle sighs,

An overture from weeping skies.

Each drop a note, a soft refrain,

Melodies of joy and pain.

They rhythm dance on rooftops high,

In harmony, the world complies.

Thunder rumbles, a deep embrace,

Nature's pulse, its timeless grace.

As dark clouds swirl, the heart takes flight,

In every storm, we find the light.

The weeping skies, they sing of hope,

Through tears, we learn how to cope.

With every storm, new life will rise,

An overture, the spirit flies.

Unraveled Threads of Darkened Light

In shadows whispers softly creep,

Where secrets dwell and silence weeps.

Threads of fate begin to fray,

Unraveled dreams drift far away.

A candle flickers in the gloom,

Casting shapes that spell our doom.

Each heartbeat echoes through the night,

A dance of sorrow, a fleeting light.

The stars are lost to heavy clouds,

Their brilliance buried within shrouds.

Yet in the dark, we find our way,

Navigating night to greet the day.

Fingers trace the paths once held,

Through tangled webs, our hearts compelled.

In each lost thread, a story lies,

Of shattered dreams and hopeful skies.

But in the dark, a spark ignites,

A promise born of whispered sights.

So let us weave anew, take flight,

From unraveled threads of darkened light.

The Solace of Misty Murmurs

In twilight's grace, the fog descends,

A shroud that wraps, a gentle bend.

Misty murmurs kiss the air,

Soft whispers scent the evening rare.

Beneath the trees, where shadows lie,

The world feels new, as time slips by.

A serenade of rustling leaves,

In nature's arms, the spirit grieves.

Each droplet clings to silken strands,

Like hidden tales in nature's hands.

A lullaby, both sweet and deep,

In quiet moments, secrets keep.

As dawn approaches, hues awake,

The mist retreats, the heart may break.

Yet in the solace of the morn,

The whispering fog, forever sworn.

Here dreams intertwine in haze,

Finding comfort in the maze.

In every misty murmur's breath,

Lies a promise that defies death.

Tales of Drizzle and Dust

In the hush of rain, stories unfold,

As droplets whisper secrets told.

The pavement gleams, a mirrored past,

While footprints linger, shadows cast.

Each pitter-patter sings a song,

Of moments cherished, right or wrong.

A dance of drizzle, a dash of grey,

Sculpting memories of everyday.

Through dusty lanes, the echoes tread,

Of laughter lost, of words unsaid.

In every puddle, a world appears,

Reflecting joys, collecting tears.

The sun may hide, yet hope ignites,

In rain's embrace, the heart alights.

For every storm, a bloom shall rise,

From tales of drizzle, painted skies.

So let it rain, let dust remain,

In harmony, our hearts sustain.

In each drop's fall, life's rhythm flows,

A story told in whispers, glows.

The Unseen Beneath the Tears

Behind the tears that fall like rain,

Lie stories deep of hidden pain.

An ocean swells within the soul,

Where echoes linger, shadows stroll.

Each drop that breaks, a tale untold,

Of battles fought, both fierce and bold.

Yet in the