lay on my sofa #poetry

on murmur

of Spanish guitars

on whispers of waves

the night

that you’ll come

you’ll lay

on my sofa

my dress

will fall

on the floor

your eyes

will stay closed

the minute of love

will come

and will go

like roses

with thorns

which bloom

and then die.

*

puzzled 

 

12 thoughts on “lay on my sofa #poetry

  1. Why do I always think about the nightingale and the rose? Maybe because their hearts have the same color. And maybe the same fate. Thanks for sharing this poetic oasis.

     
    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful words dear B. Sometimes your comments are more beautiful than my poetry.

       

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