I get glimpses of who you are Makes me want, to return from afar Your soul seems suffused in light Like a moth to a flame, it seems so right Your warmth and sweetness Becomes my weakness Drunk on the your nectar Like a bee, I am a collector The intenseness of our communication Has… Continue reading Will love live or die?
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 