The sea is near..
The sea is near.. (April is poetry month. New poem number twenty-nine.) 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off… Continue reading
The sea is near.. (April is poetry month. New poem number twenty-nine.) 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off… Continue reading
Like this… (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-eight.) 1- When someone ask you. What do you need? Touch their face, hold their hands. Like this. 2- When someone ask you. Do… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer… (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven.) She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
I love you, I love you, I love you…. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
I want to love a bonnie girl.. I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German places… Continue reading