I may not be as clear
as the blue water in a jug
but I still have an A-1...
I will love you once again
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,...
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
And so what now, dear heart?
The fire's gone, ended forever.
I don't remember...
I once had a dame,
angel-like, with a milky skin,
blond hair, green eyes,...
2 COMMENTS
davidehrgott
April 9, 2016 - 18:08 Muses are a dime a dozen. If you lose one, you can always find others.Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
April 9, 2016 - 22:29 Hmm, it gives me an idea.