The Colours | Poetry
Let me remind you about The shooting stars & the wise old moon
Let me remind you about The shooting stars & the wise old moon
As a matter of nature we can't say no to our desires
We sat across each other, and out of habit I rested my heels on his thigh. As far as intimacy was concerned, that was the...
Did it rain for the whole night yesterday?
My legs trembled like the wings of a sick honeybee...
She looked up to see the moon As it gives life to the night....
As he lay decomposed, he slowly turned into fossil fuel.
One day, a beautiful woman passing by the forest, was captivated by the fragrance of the water lilies...
Then I stand up and give you a hand Let's dance again, I say Shoulder to shoulder, A smile for a smile, Just for the...
began selling second hand watches and graduated to selling first copies. Then came the wallets, shoes and later all sorts of electronics you could've heard...
Your hair sways with the wind Welcoming you with a greeting While you sit, alone Looking at someone writing you a song....
Each night as I find our shadows dancing between sheets, I remind myself that we always have to go back to our battles