walking towards the store in this lonely christmas eve pondering down this busy streets upon a women a elderly lady. not much older
on her forty one year.
she teared these songs of forbidden melodies.
crying in better introduction of sorrow.
i sat with her. we talk calmly.
she felt warmth. and with very kind smile.
she was lonely and i as walk.
Tag: love
Acacia pycnantha, Poetry by Steph Corpeleyn
Happiness perpetual now, once capricious
Her face radiates desire…
More interminable then with poise
She shines illuminating the night
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