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
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.

8 thoughts on “The Charm Of Her High Heels

  1. 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!

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