The Golden Lady

Without a whimper He told her “I’m sorry”. She looked up at him in doubt, Too good to be true fairytales Not her cup of tea. You see, SHE was the prince of Her Story.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…     Photo by SVZ:…

Sacred Woman

She was ancient like the stars above her golden crown. In her eyes all was known Past        Present                     Future. In her womb the secrets of the world Birthed All creation.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is…