bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
The world is grey by moonlight soft and subtle shadings smooth the edges of harsh words harder thoughts and let them melt a little, soften to a slap a little sting that heightens pleasure for those who know the other side of pain and are not afraid of life lived fast and breathless on the edges of the cliff hidden in the darkling skies of night. The world is grey by moonlight silver haired seductions weave their magic scent of wine, of spices filling lungs and head with fragrance that invites forever closer dancing on the edge of the abyss a reckless spill of trust of hope all wagered for a chance at just one kiss.
bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
gangel: It's spring in Bulgaria
Here too, the weather is clear and cool only around 24 degrees celsius instead of 28. lots of flowers and vegetables growing and the sea is delightfully cold to swim in.
I had better go to bed, i have an early meeting so I suppose i should asleep for a bit.
gangelPlovdiv, Bulgaria, Hampshire, England UK5,028 posts
bajanblue: Here too, the weather is clear and cool only around 24 degrees celsius instead of 28. lots of flowers and vegetables growing and the sea is delightfully cold to swim in.
I had better go to bed, i have an early meeting so I suppose i should asleep for a bit.
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by moonlight
soft and subtle shadings
smooth the edges
of harsh words
harder thoughts
and let them melt
a little, soften to a slap
a little sting that heightens
pleasure for those who know
the other side of pain
and are not afraid
of life lived fast
and breathless
on the edges of the cliff
hidden in the darkling
skies of night.
The world is grey
by moonlight
silver haired seductions
weave their magic
scent of wine, of spices
filling lungs and head
with fragrance that invites
forever closer
dancing on the edge of the abyss
a reckless spill of trust
of hope all wagered
for a chance at just
one kiss.