How often my love Have These hands Clasped your Stone lips In Falling rain In this place were People do not speak Great sadness embrace us How often my love Have Wooden teeth Crushed Bones Painted fingers In A stone mouth On this island of love People cannot marry Great sadness surrounds us As my stone lips Kiss
Tinka, this is a very elegant, well-written composition, which highlights the sadness one often finds when searching for ones “paradise island.” Thanks for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
This is one of your best ever Tinka, so tantalizingly pure and bittersweet it tugs at both sides of the heart at once. I love this one I truly do. Great work Tinka.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
BTWnosheisnotbutenglandarethrashingtheaussiesgoodandpropperlike...
Stunning write Tink!
Lisa
Susan
Nice work Stoney
love and peace, Carole
x0x0x0x0x
"oh, but it were not so..."
lost love...an island all it's own
where a heart has turned to stone
TX
Love,
Eileen
my dear.
nicely concieved and
realized with
passion
the effect is stunning
good write
john+
Felix