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In the hush of rain’s embrace, The world feels soft, a gentle trace. Humidity’s whisper, thick and warm, Wraps the earth in a tender swarm. Droplets dance on leaf and street, Each a symphony, soft and sweet. Air, a blanket, clings around, In nature’s rhythm, lost and found. The sky weeps silver, clear and wide, As shadows in the mist confide. In this wet and weighty space, We find a calm, a slow-paced grace. Beneath the canopy of gray, The rain descends in soft ballet. Humidity weaves through the day, A veil where dreams and whispers play. Puddles shimmer in muted light, Reflecting secrets of the night. The air is thick with silent song, Where time and water flow along. Misty tendrils hug the earth, In the rain’s embrace, we find rebirth. Each drop a note in nature’s hymn, A soft reminder, clear and dim. ©twisha ray Rain's blanket #trnojo155 #blanketoflife #raindrops

In the hush of rain’s embrace, The world feels soft, a gentle trace. Humidity’s whisper, thick and warm, Wraps the earth in a tender swarm. Droplets dance on leaf and street, Each a symphony, soft and sweet. Air, a blanket, clings around, In nature’s rhythm, lost and found. The sky weeps silver, clear and wide, As shadows in the mist confide. In this wet and weighty space, We find a calm, a slow-paced grace. Beneath the canopy of gray, The rain descends in soft ballet. Humidity weaves through the day, A veil where dreams and whispers play. Puddles shimmer in muted light, Reflecting secrets of the night. The air is thick with silent song, Where time and water flow along. Misty tendrils hug the earth, In the rain’s embrace, we find rebirth. Each drop a note in nature’s hymn, A soft reminder, clear and dim. ©twisha ray Rain's blanket #trnojo155 #blanketoflife #raindrops

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White In the dead of night, Sarah's phone buzzed with a text: "I see you." Heart racing, she checked the living room but saw nothing. Her breath fogged the glass as she peered outside into the darkness. A shadow moved swiftly past the window. She bolted for the back door, but it was locked. Panic surged as she realized her phone was gone. A new text arrived: "You're not alone." Just then, the lights flickered and went out. With a shiver, Sarah heard a soft, mocking laugh from the darkness. She reached for the nearest object, her hand closing around a heavy flashlight. When she turned it on, the beam revealed a figure standing behind her, a menacing grin on its face. ©twisha ray #Thrillerlove #trnojo155 #thrillercinema

White In the dead of night, Sarah's phone buzzed with a text: "I see you." Heart racing, she checked the living room but saw nothing. Her breath fogged the glass as she peered outside into the darkness. A shadow moved swiftly past the window. She bolted for the back door, but it was locked. Panic surged as she realized her phone was gone. A new text arrived: "You're not alone." Just then, the lights flickered and went out. With a shiver, Sarah heard a soft, mocking laugh from the darkness. She reached for the nearest object, her hand closing around a heavy flashlight. When she turned it on, the beam revealed a figure standing behind her, a menacing grin on its face. ©twisha ray #Thrillerlove #trnojo155 #thrillercinema

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From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry

From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry