Dear Friend of my Heart, Sometimes someone you’ve never met before looks at you from across the room and comes… Read more Conversation

Dear Friend of my Heart, Sometimes someone you’ve never met before looks at you from across the room and comes… Read more Conversation
Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most delightful occurrence, in the most daringly playful of my opinions, when a… Read more shadows: a verse meets a verse
Dear friend of my heart, Tonight sleep is a fidgety butterfly… as I listen to some soft notes wafting dreamily… Read more Slow Life
Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most beautiful feeling to hear from you. I am left helplessly smiling.… Read more helplessly smiling
graze my voice with that gaze and I promise to spurt out for you a song, like the innocent brook… Read more Only a graze of that gaze
slowly, we drifted downhill… late in the evening… should have been wearing something warmer, it’s cold… down there in the… Read more Flying
Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night… Read more My Heavy Heavy Friend
in the mountains, daisies wild laying down on grass green sun bright in your eyes earth moist on your thighs… Read more Daisy Child
I am lying on cool marble when a feeling invades the internet induced numbness of several months. From the open… Read more Homely Sunset
Even as I write a house fly sits on an edge of the laptop… it would seem that the poetry… Read more I Have Always Wanted to Fly
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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