Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
Refuse to be weak
It seems so tragic that;
Everyone under the sun
Suffers the same fate,
That’s why people are not
more careful to be good.
Instead, they choose their own;
mad course;
For they have no hope,
There is nothing ahead
But death anyway
But listen try hard to be good,
Refuse to be weak.
Aiwa’s flying feet lead her towards the silver pool. With the touch of her hand she revealed the perfect picture of her golden body. In all her naked glory she dived beneath the gleaming water, into the loving embrace of death.
Deceived by trust on one moonlight night, faceless was her seduction beneath the high moon in the garden of Eden. The golden touch turned the garden into evil. Her once aching fingers turned into clawing nails digging into his corded muscles.
Faceless was her seduction…one touch…one whisper, an attack now remembered for eternity. High moon…the garden of Eden…Evil
