A faint scent of jasmine Stirred up an emotion Long, long dormant She wore it often Her magic potion
Three boys wanted to be famous, on… Knights too; and among all the nic… They set off one Saturday To the hills atop the bay Adventure! the Lost Boys fighting…
Forget tomorrow Stop tarry smell the roses Today waits on you Celebrate life to the full Sleep tonight with no regrets
Scented love notes he penned for h… Hidden in a book he returned to he… Alas, o’er the years remained unop… That he adores her, she found out… Then high school ended and life in…
Been raining all morning Grey gloomy the sky In a darkened room I sat Thinking, half awake I love inclement days
Two minutes, that’s an eternity! My hands quiver at the steering wh… While stopped at a red traffic lig… Raring to fly in my automobile… Wanting to leave the present behin…
When young, we haven’t been around… Nearly everything, we could rememb… Whether all those events really ha… Who knows, but it didn’t really ma… Dreams and fantasies all we had wh…
After thirteen years I bid farewell To a faithful friend; My constant companion When I was all alone!
It’s mid-April glorious spring in… Hydrangeas roses red and violets b… Radiant flow’rs wiping away winter… Blossoms matching the rainbow’s ev… Sadly, in Kyiv no flowery gardens
Worry not dear child Someone’s looking out for you Whatever you do In stormy weather Someone will be beside you
We live near the desert surrounded… Spring, summer evenings we drink o… With Louis on the sax Awesome way to relax But on frigid winter nights we hav…
She had walked into my world un-in… One Monday morning in very early… She was in tears, her face full of… Wanting to leave, go back home soo… Be still! I hushed my six-year o…
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible
Bright lights all around the neigh… Putting everyone in a festive, hap… And in the airwaves, we hear holid… The malls brimming with persistent… We’re there; be it sunny skies or…
hearts bleed when in grief as we go through the stages hoping they’ll be brief it’s not happening just our imagination