The Chapters I Remember
The book lies closed now
Gathering dust on a shelf
I look, but do not touch
That reminder of yourself
Better to imagine our life
Dream of better times
Envisage your lovely face
Hum your happy rhymes
Shady bluebells in spring
Red leaves in November
Bonfires and sparklers
The chapters I remember
More novella than novel
Not near enough pages
A ...
Sunday 8th November 2020 10:58 am
Out Loud
Let your voice be heard
Surely you earn and win
Let ideas more cleared
For all women and men
Tell me what do you think
How did you see yourself?
Freely talk, no blink
Why to keep it on shelf
Open mind and heart
Nobody is remaining fool
Surely you're smart
To become happy and cool
Sunday 14th April 2019 1:25 pm
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