Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading
I’ll go anywhere with you. He watched her dance dear the Pacific ocean. She was dancing with the stars, she was dancing with the moon. He knew she was a restless soul, she… Continue reading
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading