No more…
No more than A whisper… I breathe Your name Out to The four winds… Just hoping yes, Hoping still One of them Will Someday brush Against your Cheek… And unexpected Goosebumps will Remind you Of the ghost Of us.
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I will…
Go before you do. I’ll work for it… Hoping it pleases you, just you….
Inside…
Hiding, no better nor worse than any other… I guess. Hoping there is something worth discovering something like a treasure… A pearl kept in an oyster, there for the taking, there patiently waiting… Waiting for the warm touch of your smile, pressed on my closed eyes. Again.
My Odense garden… Part 2
Walk a garden once, your are a visitor. Walk it twice, and you belong there… Oooh… Ooohhh…Who are you? – Coo the turtledoves on the neighbour’s rooftop. Who am I? Good question. A passer by… An observer. An alien in motion, watching, listening, feeling, tasting everything so foreign. Even if I have walked the streets…… Continue reading My Odense garden… Part 2
Watching out the window…
Hoping, just to see you. Knowing, too well it won’t happen. Not today, and most certainly not tomorrow… But just in case, waiting by the window…
Cyranny's Cove 