feminine, life, Love, Nature

Love A Wasteland

Behind those crooked smiles

lie some grief, little pain…

Those winning dimples,

sunken deep in cheeks

hollowed by cheap joints

of gas-stations telling tales

of murky betrayals. 

Ruby wines oozing of

the pale veins in those

abandoned cabarets.

Love a  Wasteland!

She did bloom a Rose

or a Tulip


19 thoughts on “Love A Wasteland”

    1. Hey Shantanu, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Tanya has arrived with cabaret and Pomp 🤪🤪

      1. 😃, enjoy my friend for life is short, I wish you all that you desire 🙂

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