Bedraggled by the sweat of lost love
I’m swimming in the river of my own
Tears, battling with lofty tides and the
Vindictive floods, towards the ocean
Of your heart, hopeful of reaching the
Shore of your love, for I am seeing the
Mirage of bliss, in the shriveled desert
Of your concealed soul, please detach
Your compassions access once again.
Let me tread inside, grant me asylum,
In the corner of your heart, can’t you,
See that I am running, away from myself,
To reside in your domicile, where dwells
Forever the aroma and affluence of love
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Once again I stand
in awe...
Beautiful as always..
Trixie :)
Love
tinka
Lovely words.
~E
beautifully expressed writing
Jack