Tag Archives: Poetry

Man Shook!

Something told me it was over; Actually It was Etta James.                                                                 See. When I sensed, You and him kissing.   Istanbul Modern walking down the rain poured path, Clear my suede shoes. They´re not blue! No I left them … Continue reading

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I sit beside the fire and think – Tolkein

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind … Continue reading

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