I dream of you… I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind and beautiful, City… Continue reading
Carved memories… I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old poet told me. Old men wisdom mean little.Dead men wisdom is bury and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in… Continue reading