Can see the fainted face stamped on the wall, but I can assure you that I do, because my eyes are perceptive enough to recognize the inevitable in you, and the rest of the unkind-selfish world unwilling to give in… Read More ›
Days Weeks Months Years Gone Faded love Memories weak Teardrops dried The end.
Your stelar eyes Will guide my spirit. Your melodious voice Will sing to my ears. And your hands, sweet love, Will state: “I am your woman”. (2013, From my poetry collection “Surreal”)