Started on 22 Feb 20196 poems
Ah you are here, not a moment too soon.
That's how I feel when you walk in the room.
You have no
My beloved frida
I call upon my muse:
you have sheltered yourself for too long
all of your
The other summer, long ago.
The dancing waves filling the bay with music.
The clouds sailing
He stands by a loose turf of grass, gazing down at the shore, watching her sprint to the sea and dig
The sound of the Lock turned by your key.
Starts a butterfly dance deep within me.
I think of
That first kiss, tingles down my spine.
Rain outside but I'm bathed in sunshine.