Upon a rock we once revolved
Self-appointed pious souls...
I cannot choose a favourite place
From what has not yet been erased...
The day a man kneels down to listen up
And hears the heart of Mother Earth alive...
Nature never hides
And naturally accepts...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
Soft here,
tastes of...
“Is there a Heaven after Death?
A place so beautifully blessed...
Andrea aligns herself among-st
rooted beds of pure amazement...
kissing rosemary
leaves, falling silently; slow...
Celebrating the summer.
Planting a wet kiss on...
The torches are blazing
the blades are alight...
She was nothing but
a reflection on the tea...