memory of the perfume now faded
the thin chance of recollection
dies with a determined will
an unseen, unknown future of love
with another sensation of perfume
will be just fine
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
head buried in her breast
memory of the perfume now faded the thin chance of recollection dies with a determined will an unseen, unknown future of love with another sensation of perfume will be just fine I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |