The Winds of the world

August 10, 2013 · Filed under fiction, mystery, paranormal, prompts, Uncategorized · Tagged 20 Lines a Day, beauty, creation, Don't Panic, godesses, mystery, paranormaal, prompts, world

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.