And the poet asked, "should your surface I scratch?" With the sensibility of its tannish hue, the page answered, "of course dear Poet, you may not know, but pens do tickle my fancy." Poet,Page and Pen, succumbed to Words. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
the flower I saw yesterday is the one you are today brilliant and ready to take on everything that come your way Young you may not always be but time can give security to do your best at every task to ensure your last breath's mark remains in memories for the best. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
Rolling rolling, gathers no moss Up came a solution like the trojan's horse But the minions wanted to play Along came a whirlwind and took them away. Many a time, it so close by But we are blinded by selfish pride Wanting to do it for some fame To many leaders can out the flame.…
longing to give your all nothing you have to share maybe it is your true call where you see nothing there. it is the rarest moments that needs are met by faith look not to what you see in front you but inward at your heart. many needs are given by the love…
We always seem to want what's out of reach. While what's within reach is taken for granted.
Bodies in the sun Wine, rum and tempo for so Dry season happy heat ©2018~VearnaGloster
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's Wine, and the heart's nourishment . I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and The virgin kisses me and places me Upon her breast. SONG OF LOVE... from KAHLIL GIBRAN TREASURED WRITINGS.