In verdant meadows, where sunbeams dance, A tapestry of existence, the verdant blades appear. In the realm of grace, their blades do play,
By RG3 years ago in Poets
In the ethereal realm where clouds entwine, Resides a symphony of majestic power divine. In the realm of tempests, fierce and grand, Doth thunderstorms unleash their might across the land.
There once was a butterfly named Aurora who lived in a nice meadow with tall grass and colourful flowers. She was enthralling to everybody who saw her because of her beautiful wings, which shimmered in blue and purple tones. For her daring nature and intense curiosity about the world outside the meadow, Aurora was well-known.
By RG3 years ago in Fiction
Lily was a young woman who formerly resided in the thriving city of Veridian. She had lately started a quest to become a writer, with a heart full of hopes and a mind full of stories.
