Although we are far
thoughts of you like stars...
No later than the clock could tick a new hour,
I hid near dusty shelves...
.
Shall I compare thee to a page of old...
Once upon a time,
a tired tree looked at the sky...
The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...
The poems I write ,
seem to understand me more...
If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...
When love arrived and settled in my life,
I did not feel an earthquake move my ground...
You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...
To begin with I may seem shy
But don't be afraid to speak to me...
The harsh light went through the crystal like tear
and like a butterfly...
French kiss
my thoughts within...