by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…
by Margarita Acevedo In the dark night glinting chimes dance With the singing wind, bathed in eerie moonlight The gentle whispers of the dry branches murmur their delight, Swaying to the lyrical song. The quiet house sighs in awe of the strange Hypnotic dance. The…
