Adamman28

Day slowly blends in colors pastel, this goddess, on her palette the colors that foretell her progression as the sky obeys in its subjugation, till finally the deeper varied shades of ebonys and grays indicate tis time this art be surrendered to be continued by the master hand of Night. Two wander through an oasis of her own making, a female tall and delicate, a Prince tall in stature of spirit, till they meet from their own weaving way they chose to be taken. They talk under shade of palm as he with such a tender soothing of song of words of love lets flow, sparkling each in their own mystical aura, heighten the magic of her making. In th