‘Sunday lovers’

Sundays lovers   Me and you lost in the cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you brought your body closer to me. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we… Continue reading →

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Trees and Time – A poem

Originally posted on Maria Goundry:
The trees are my friends But even the trees can’t hear my Melancholy as the wolves run through the forest and fall into the vast frozen hole full…

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‘Dirty little secrets’

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading →

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