Martas poems:

C ome to me when your mind is confused, tired of lies, and I'll show you to a place where hope never dies. Come and lay by the shore, of a blue mountain lake, and from the clear pure sky, the feeling of forever take. Come, shed your doubts, lets walk hand in hand in the rain and as our bodies get drenched, our souls innocent again will laugh and cry and with a kiss sweet as honey, we will open the door to Love's tender journey Come and experience the fullness of the moon on a night filled with... Sign in to see full entry.