Wednesday, June 03, 2020
Few words for a writer friend
A shade of violet, modest and humble,
Terse in speech, polished in style;
A rare specimen of delicious wine,
From choicest fruits with perfect taste;
So rare a being shines behind the words,
Graceful, intoxicating, beckoning for more
Words that mirror unspoken thoughts,
Known realms and a kinship of wavelength.
Tuesday, June 02, 2020
Purple Riot
The purple riot began
And took root slowly.
Who would've thought
Who would've known
In the rear view mirror
It looks like spring again
It's snowing every morn
And melting by evening.
The beauty that returned
The songs that don't cease
One day sitting nearby
Feeling the full purple riot
The deep desire in your eyes
That sang to me whole night
The hand that almost reached
The purple riot in your heart.
Who would've thought
Who would've known
In the rear view mirror
It looks like spring again
It's snowing every morn
And melting by evening.
The beauty that returned
The songs that don't cease
One day sitting nearby
Feeling the full purple riot
The deep desire in your eyes
That sang to me whole night
The hand that almost reached
The purple riot in your heart.
Monday, June 01, 2020
Sunday, May 31, 2020
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