If I had magic…. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy places.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide the wishing wells and… Continue reading
I am still alive…. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Illustration:?‘Winter’ by Édouard Bisson (French, 1856-1939) My Translation: *** How merrily the snowflakes brightened Your—grey, my—sable fur, How at the Christmas fair excited We looked for…
