He was Phil for his friends.
Like a brilliant philharmonic,
Making the whole room sens
His light and his music.
He was Philipp on paper.
With a kind heart
Like a glassy skyscraper,
Hitting every single dart.
But for her,
He was love and was light.
Her teeth shining, smiling bright.
Yes for her, he was not Phil nor Philipp,
As she simply forgot his name
Every time lip met lip.
-Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
