Share post Before creation there was an endless void where a fallen god wandered. For centuries he was by himself. Until from the darkness came chaos. The chaos took the form of a pretty young woman – the friend he longed for. Within the God’s eyes she could see the creation of the first ‘verse….
Share post Inside her soft soul A bud of pale spring awaits To bloom in due time Her petals lustrous Delicate and special Beauty of life Nature’s elixir A woman of a special blend Hiding secret scents Under star filled skies Drawn to thy nightly darkness She stands luminous by AwSprite READ Punctuation in Poetry