Author: Crimson Angel
The night sky glistened with tenderness, fog hanging low in the air, as Revari sat in the damp grass. She pulled her knees close to her chest, resting her chin on the tips of her knees, gazing up at the stars. Every night, she would do the same, and escape the cruelties of the city, to hide at this painting of beauty. Every streak of nature has created a paradise for her own enjoyment, she thought.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Crucified Embers (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, January 21 2004, 08:02 pm|
I was looking through poems, since I'm a HUGE fan of poetry, though I can't do any myself. VERY NICE STORY! Touching ending, too. I really hope you write more. =)
|Crimson Angel (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, March 29 2004, 09:53 pm|
I'm a really big fan of poetry myself. And thank you very much for the comment! I was sort of in a depressing mood when I wrote this, otherwise the story might've been longer with a better twist to the end. But I am writing more. =3 Finished two short stories and working on the beginnings of a chapter book. ^.^
|Meridian (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, March 29 2004, 10:03 pm|
Hey Crimson Angel! Extravagant Poem, what a beauty! I love your description of your beautiful poem! Yep! You might become a well-known author, or publisher some day! O-U-T-S-T-A-N-D-I-N-G!
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