Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
slides down the window
tugging along plump lush october,
kicking and screaming,
“kicking and screaming into December” … hang on, here we go!
Thank you for visitng and commenting 🙂
How sweet and beautiful looks like november when I see through your eyes!
Hugs and smiles (^_^)
this invisible partition between me & without/ scattered raindrops, untouchable, sits out/ beyond there is certain glow/ I have the urge to merge in flow/ catch is somewhere within, holds back/ denying to keep time’s track.
Yes, we share view on November. But melancholy is great for poetry. Well done 🙂
Thank you sir x
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Blog at WordPress.com.