GoddessRonnie21

She walks as a Goddess, amber rays illuminating her path, Each step she takes, holds the promise of a new dawn.  Her eyes, a radiant beacon, spark a silent conversation, In their depths - the ancient stories of love, pain and liberation. Her skin, kissed by the sun, is a canvas of dreams, Painted with the hues of wisdom, courage and strength it seems.  She carries the universe within her soul, A constellation of desires, ambitions and goals. Her aura, a melody, resonating with the rhythm of the earth, Echoes of pain, laughter, triumph and rebirth. Her voice, a symphony in the quiet night, A nurturer's lullaby, a warrior's fight. She walks as a Goddess, not born, but self made, A testament to resilience, her spirit never to fade. Her journey, an epic, a timeless saga, A symphony that sings - 'She walks as a Goddess magna.' She is a monument to the tales untold, As she forges her destiny in the fires of the old. In her presence, even time stands still, For she is both the journey, and the will. She walks as a Goddess, every step an echo of power, With each beating sunrise, her finest hour. In her, the essence of life is found, She walks as a Goddess, her spirit unbound.