Lonely News
PoetryWhy must I listen to your news standing here, With my mobile phone pressed against my ear? I feel naked...
Watching An Old Man
PoetryWatching An Old Man And old man setting on a park bench The September sun Reflecting off the cloud puff...
MOONBEAM LOVE DREAM
PoetryTo hold your hand and smell your scent Would be enough for my hearts content We reach to be in...
Dark Clover
Expats, PoetryUnder the clover I will hide me today Darkness descends here where I lay Shroud of mist help me not...





Beneath the sea | Expats Poetry 

