A Glass of Wine...
A glass of wine
A conversation
And the moonlight
A touch of thought
A consolation
Past the midnight
A breath of dream
Imagination
The end of light
Was it my Love
Escaping mirrors
That left my sight?
A glass of wine…
A glass of wine…
A glass of wine…
A heart of steel…
He’ll never come
He’ll never come
FORGET THE DREAM.
My Poetry
- I Prefer Being Out of My Mind
I do hope you keep writing since I really "prefer" your deeper style of thought to so much of the superficial writing that is constantly in our face! (Chatkath) - Discovering Blues
A story of how a simple purchase of a calendar led to a discovery of my poetic abilities. Never stop learning about yourself. Maybe you can write poetry, too. Now I know that I am Blue. What colour are you?
© 2011 kallini2010
