she (Remove filter)
Effect Divine
Where have the words gone?
Emptied vocabulary I wonder!
I can’t frame a single praise…
Biscuits she offered me politely
I had only peanuts to exchange.
I looked a savage in my own eyes
And she, a harbinger of change.
No thoughts about her for days together
Although she is cynosure of my eyes,
My stillness added to the inner solitude
Yet couldn’t create the effect...
Wednesday 4th November 2020 12:20 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Stolen dog
39 minutes ago
Martin Peacock on Go Live Day
43 minutes ago
Martin Peacock on BEACHHEAD - JUNE 6, 1944
49 minutes ago
Martin Peacock on Monsters don’t exist
59 minutes ago
Martin Peacock on The Descent November 1996
1 hour ago
Martin Peacock on Life ‘n’ God ‘n’ Death ‘n’ Stuff
1 hour ago
Martin Peacock on Family
1 hour ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on My Friend Maxim
4 hours ago
keith jeffries on Monsters don’t exist
8 hours ago
keith jeffries on The Descent November 1996
9 hours ago