meet me in Paris
under the holy light
of a thousand stars
dance with me
in the rain
under the silver moon
love me till the night is over
till the sunrise breaks the magic
and takes us back
to reality
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
