And the moon whispered shyly into the skies.


I pause and let the tiredness overcome me

crouching to the ground I peer up to the

flaming skies of sunset and watch as he

whispers golden amber through the leaves

a soft breeze dispersing the beauty delicately

onto my pale skin. Above the skies are white and

hint at the vulnerably of a rich blue and too shy to shine sky.

And there nestled behind the small white tufts is a glorious moon

fading into the soft hues, in her fullest form

shining still among the cloud filled skies

of flaming glory. And then she is gone, hidden from sight.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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