Micro poésie du vendredi…
Tant que tu auras un sourire sincère pour moi, dans ta poche de derrière… Je viendrai, marcher pieds nus dans la rosée de tes matins…
Category: poetry
A kiss…
Anonymous signature on the no man’s land island just between your smile and mine.
Lips…
On all those unsuspected wounded spots…. Lips… almost felt. Almost.
Every heartbeat…
I’ll never be yours, but all my heartbeats will bear you name…
Always…
I’ve always loved you… I just had to wait to meet you.
The only certitude…
The second you take your first breath, you’re one breath closer to death.
In the crowd…
As I ambled through the tight cheerful crowd, I realized how small and meaningless I was. Just a drop in the sea… A grain of sand, merely a dot. Just a bland spot on the canevas of life… Daily Prompt: Amble
Her Photo Album…
All credit to Ghostwriter As I thumbed page after page looking through her photo album, lacking a photograph, or two of me, Burned them, she did tore them out of their corners removing any mention any memory of my existence, Gone was I, the times, we spent together both good and bad the view…… Continue reading Her Photo Album…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Si tu ne me connaissais pas… Je feindrais d’être aveugle, pour découvrir ta beauté du bout de mes doigts…
I will remember…
So vividly that not one second will ever melt down into oblivion… Until I forget… But I won’t.
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