A poem on true love
A Poem
There is pleasure in placing my feet on the soft carpet of snow.My feet sink gently with delight.
We have to learn again
How to dance with the heartbeat of the earth
I am walking on false stones
Lover, lover come to me I’ll cross the oceans, part the sea Smell you, see you, need you near In my ears your voice I…
When the full moon appearsShe speaks of things unseenHer light gives me passion for my tearsIndicating processes that are…
Do not worry, solemn heart.