Listening to the rain hit the leaves as they sway to the winds of the storm, somehow calms my being in its entirety. The soft glow of the moonlight charges my wisdom as it keeps it steady. The shadows of night bring an excitement of the unknown, and excites my curiosity. The darkness turns my light to bright, shining further than the moons reach. There are so many shades of blue in the midnight, each one's hue shines in its own light. Its own spot. I guess I love how the darkness brings harmony amongst its mystique. Everything... Mother Earth working in harmony to restore, to rest, to recharge, to heal the harshness of the day, the draining sun. The blinding effect it has on our eyes. Blinding rays of energy that beat against the beams that exist within. The storm brings cleansing in the darkness. Clearing our auras and lubricates the minds eye. Day and night, night to day. All is well in the shadows.
About the Creator
Angee B
I am a 35 year old singer-songwriter and poet! I am a very creative person and I hope to keep you engaged in and with my imagination!
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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