There was a gentle ocean breeze wafting over the beach, and it ruffled my hair. This was home, and home was welcoming. The papers in my lap lifted as the breeze moved through them, I looked down staring at the words written on them, it was one of the many poems I was working on. This one about the moon lady.
She shines gently upon all creation
Smiling down on all living creatures
She is the moon lady
The guidance in the night
The one that creates romance in the air
She is….
The Masquerade
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Masquerade
RomanceLove is the most hard thing to find in life, even if your a hundred years old, Stephen William Gabriel Collins knows this all to well, and during a simple masquerade ball he meets the most beautiful Lady he has ever laid his eyes on. But when an ene...
