the night have created decorations
their clothes on the floor were the scene
the concert for two hearts with the piccolo crickets was the musical composition
their chattering shadows on the walls, two tongues of fire
they called it a dance
Stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations from the mind of a madman philosopher.
Thinks and again mumbles!!
My Heart Perched On Verse
The Writings of Janna Michelle
"I don't want to earn my living; I want to live."
colours of my poetic ink
haiku, magic, love, nature
Just some strings of words
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A wee bit o' poetry with a touch of the sciences.
Poetry . . . mostly
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
Jamaican flavored - Wood, Needle & Word Craft
My life's journey written inside my metaphorical room.
I can't eat biscuits, but I have a better idea ...