Tagged: poem 4
Sea Breeze
To touch, I am reaching out my hand, this wild, eternal dance to understand. My head is being enchanted, fascinated and my eyes gently, slowly are fading. Sitting on the sands within the softness,...
September Magic
Poem Today, when I was walking I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another. In the faces of strangers walking down the path I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me....