The Charm Of Her High Heels

Autoportrait Marija Zivanovc
Author Marija Živanović

Written: Maxima

The charm of her high heels

Tinkled under the wet birch trees
Oh,God!
How beautiful she was.
Tiny and pretty
More gorgeous than dawn
Train engine whistle resonated
Interrupted by howling wind…
The smell of her hair
Changed my life forever
It’s raining again like
It did that day…
By the fireplace, in my arms
She fell asleep.

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8 thoughts on “The Charm Of Her High Heels

  1. rennydiokno2015 June 22, 2015 at 05:09 Reply

    Reblogged this on My Blog News.

  2. quirkyshine May 31, 2015 at 11:49 Reply

    Perfect! I love reading your poetry… so very light and sweet 🙂

  3. Mary J. McCoy-Dressel May 25, 2015 at 19:10 Reply

    Beautiful. ❤

  4. Ileana May 24, 2015 at 19:39 Reply

    Rasaritul incepe cu prima raza de soare…ploaia incepe cu prima roua…focul incepe de la prima scanteie…iar fericirea?…mereu de la primul zambet! …O seara frumoasa si linistita!
    Dawn begins with the first ray of sunshine … rain … fire dew begins with the first start at first spark … and happiness? … Always the first smile! .. A beautiful evening and quiet!


  5. Lucia May 23, 2015 at 10:15 Reply

    Beautiful words as always.
    Nice week-end Stefan.

  6. 2embracethelight May 23, 2015 at 01:05 Reply

    Emotional emotive💝
    Yisraela

  7. Aquileana May 22, 2015 at 23:46 Reply

    Beautiful words, Stefan! best wishes and happy weekend! Aquileana 😀

  8. Dina May 22, 2015 at 22:42 Reply

    Beautiful, as always! ❤

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