Gypsy heart…
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading
Dead flowers (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your… Continue reading