Poems
Love’s Potion
Passion is a commotion
in depth’s ocean.
A serene ride
with nothing to hide
under a crimson
moon of compassion.
Poems
Soulmates
Do soulmates come in a form of a hand? That there is right and there’s left? So when one is cold the other will hold? Do soulmates come in a shape of slippers? It’s always in pairs? When one is lost the other ceases to have a purpose? But why Read more…