UniqueOldGal Poetry and Opinions:

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Born of cosmic particles of light she is beauty beyond imagining. When she clasps her hands in contemplation, suns are born, the moon rides high on her shoulders. Diviner of the universe, boundless power born of the goodness that encompasses all and endless. Sign in to see full entry.

Previous: (No subject) - New Entries - Next: Poetry

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy
Copyright © 2018 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.