In the sunshine the fleeting life of a butterfly A dance on the breeze

somewhere between the lines two lonely hunters wander wild trails, pens softly scrolling Wanton hearts and midnight crimes

my poems are only stolen from a place inside your heart

this November sky is a black harpoon a white whale clings to the tree line the net of winter encircles from the west one eye is hooked by a long dead angler plumes of smoke spout higher the traffic wails and lights are red on the corner of Mercy Boulevard

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. —Anaïs Nin

Her breathtaking beautiful grace will hypnotise. intoxicate, and mesmerise your dark demons into submission.

No pointless circles Connecting the stars

Join me in moments of intimacy, my alter ego released this heart trapped...My personal punch back ...I'll dance through the clouds ..Primroses buttercups my world in words.

meet me moonstruck poets amongst the naked trees writing nothing into the most beautiful of everything for there is where I dance happy december writers🖤🌙

One way to feel To clip a piece ,a tiny piece Pop it a pendant . A paper heart A love note A soul song Just one way to feel...

Satin thread a stitch a word A poetry parcel A beautiful red rose..

Silver dust ,no, just the rain under the lamp light..

You only feel love in the air ,when it enters through your heart..

Threads are spinning clouds,like Candy-cotton writes A Sweeter taste She twirls... Her music box her song..

Poetry A sprinkle of your soul Your wand shaken.. Pieces of sparkle Your Magic contained Within my heart .... But you bleed a poison Pleasure ripped open Shhh another chapter A basket of hearts A confetti of colours A scent of jasmine My summer love..

A sky painted blue Birds song of summer Baskets in bloom Acres of green, a meadow to sit... Branches cradle the evenings rain drops... Loud is the Thrush with his chorus at Dawn..

Summer sun You dazzle me with your sweet rays... Golden strands of light..