The Little Poems
#1 IN NEW POET (9/22/21) Just some weird poetry.
Completed
"His head tilts toward me and we're close. So close I can feel his breath stirring against my cheek. Everything is more vivid, more colorful. The sweat on my palms and the darker gray flecks in his light silver eyes." Ebony's world has always been divided. The Suns who control the Light and her people, the Shadows who...