Moonlight waves in the night’s breeze
A gentle touch igniting a burning desire
Moonlight shines on closes eyes
A moan announces my earth-shattering release
The dream has gone.
Moonlight
Moonlight waves in the night’s breeze
A gentle touch igniting a burning desire
Moonlight shines on closes eyes
A moan announces my earth-shattering release
The dream has gone.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
I am reading through your post / poetry and enjoying them all. I love the photo of your poetry notebook. There is nothing quite like the written word, ink on paper, the birthplace…
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Thank you so much. The notebook is indeed, where it all starts. For a while, I neglected the handwritten ink on paper thing a bit and wrote on my phone. But, in the end, I realised that ideas flow easier when I put pen to paper.
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They do, don’t they?
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It feels more organic.
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