Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
She is haunting music lilting melody of a summer night and soft whispering gossamer wings of fragile butterflies in flight~ She is a night blooming rose whose fragrance dances on sultry aircaptivating him with her mysterious essence of myrrh~ She is the dark temptresswith… Continue Reading “She”
Gather ’round the stage, said he to the fevered crowd, Drown yourself in another’s misery,
He tried the rusted key in the antique lock and though it met resistance, he heard the tumblers shift and there inside the metal box lay a cracked porcelain heart.
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