Tag Archive: Romance

The rising sun, the falling moon.

The rising sun, the falling moon. “Save someone and you will save yourself, Save many and you shall learn peace.” Prettiest lady, I have ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves.… Continue reading

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The shadows are dancing.

The shadows are dancing. She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead; your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city of the… Continue reading

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Please just one more day.

Midnight toll. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two… Continue reading

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The stranger song.

The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading

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Free bird. The journey.

Free bird. The journey. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the… Continue reading

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Song of love.

Song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love. He… Continue reading

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Pretty words.

Pretty words. 1- Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading

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She told me. Love demand payment. And a wonderful Nick Cave and P.J Harvey song.

She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading

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We had the month of May, once.

We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading

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A one-way street. And a lovely Elle King song.

A one way street, baby (I loved love. Love didn’t love me.) Pretty lady called me lover; she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear… Continue reading

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