Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
When you see white clover sprawling in the meadow do you still think of me even though our love once treasured, is now with regret over? As for me I can tell you, the plum is blooming now I remember the promises… Continue Reading “Under The Plum Tree”
“We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.” Judy Garland In my dreams you are there, dark silhouette of a man my sleeping eyes flutter to the hammering beat of the song you… Continue Reading “In My Dreams”
If I should pass by you on a warm summer’s eve when azure sky is a canvas, awash in soft hues would your eyes shimmer with tears, would you know it’s me?
Lust hastens in enticing your innocent heart with grandiose plans of a lifetime to spend in one another’s arms.
Her voice rises in a fevered pitch and his a mellow timbre he cajoles to scratch her itch if she promises not to bitch.
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