The madness of the bee…

Curvaceous; white rose How—potently, aromatic It is to delve quite freely One’s passionate, nose Tasting; upon our tongues The madness of the bee… Who’ sumptuously,

A backwards look in the mirror…

I’ve seen those eyes before like pack-ice Residuary-melting, scraped off the floor Beats me how, an addict beats the count And rises; from the canvas once more.

first depressions haiku set

William-Kate tea-cups help millions recall screen dreams... "freedom" a used bag Zeus' orphans can be found, sprawled like rubbage around the greyhound station Colorful roses

ABBA inspire new beat for Wasabi

Dennis a guy who think his dirty picture all that. He like to dress like danceman in 'All That Jazz' and try to get in Wasabi's shit too much.
Cherry

Beautiful (II)

There is something beautiful when a man brushes her skin with his fingertips, so gently.
Cherry

Moo

The cow that changed my life

Living under a cloud

More thoughts on a platform

Fun In The Sun Chapter 3

When Sal returned to the desk half an hour later, she was relieved to see that the first coach must have been organised as it was pulling out of the coach park.

Let's face it

Thoughts on a platform

These Feet

Teen years caused feet to soar above beach balls and soccer from childhood to young adult at a hurried pace of sodas to young love.

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