Daily Archive: June 17, 2019

“The coming storms”

The coming storm.   Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words.   She whispered… Continue reading

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When She Was Young: Song of the Lotus

Originally posted on Bits of Poetry:
“The lotus, which was so delicious that those who ate of it left off caring about home, and did not even want to go back and say…

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Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading

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