She smiles, Her sweet, warm smile. Possessing supernatural penetrating powers to reach into my heart. Making me, strangely weak and strong at the same time. The… Read more “Poem #21; Interval”
A storm alarms you about its arrival. This did not. He did not.
A red rose. A red heart. A red dream. Bloodshed. ©Whiskey&Lemon
“…The art of loving”
“…I have fallen in love with this weightless feeling. I have fallen in love with gravity, Pulling us. But yet, we fly…”