Ethereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells.
My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
My husband and me, took an unforgettable vacation But now there's immense trepidation... A time travel point gone wrong We've lost each other in a fog.
The chime tells me, he's with the Pharaoh Crossing the Red sea And I'm here stuck in the French revolution Awaiting the victory.
My life's in a jeopardy How am I supposed to return to hubby? I think turning the dials would help Else we are stuck in eras different.
Elvis Presley must be tapping his heels Waiting for us to oversee His next concert's at the Queen Elisabeth's wedding anniversary Our situation is betwixt a duality.
And there were The Beatles to follow through Damn... why did my husband have to leave me in queue? What on earth am I going to say To the Queen, when she enquires about our stay?
A turn of the seconds and a minute A notch up the hourly digit The watch whirrs along All I do is fidget and frown...
Lo and behold! My husband stands in front of me Seemingly saved from drowning at the sea I jump in ecstasy And whizz with him to the 1960's.
New York, here we come With Elvis Presley in tow Mastering our invention Does anyone need to know
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