Written: Maxima

We are alone tonight
In silence, like
Mountains of ice
Under the snow
Where they say there is
A silver cave.
Entering the bar’s lobby:
My longing
My hopes
My ups
My falling,
Give each other our heart
and dreams are made of
Our views, and
Hands are quiet.
Woman divine
Out this candle
On the TV
So that we are
In the dark.
Ripe apples
Align with night’s shadows
For us
And do not rush morning’s fanfare.
Starts tomorrow for us.​

This poem is gift for 100,000 visitors!

  Leonie Loewin
My dear frined Leonie! Congratulations today’s post is dedicated to you!
Stjepan Maksimovic Maxima,rewarded you , as 100 000 visitors, with e book The Cradle Of My Dreams  Code for the book will be sent to you e mail address!
With love Maxima