In Memory of Leonard Cohen



I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.

And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In my secret life.


(September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)

Comments

Anonymous said…
For lovers of Persian poetry

Shirin and Farhad
http://www.scribd.com/doc/239673087/Shirin-Farhad-erotic-poetry

This poetry tale of desperate love and self destruction reminds one of the Tristan stories centuries later in Europe

The holy
http://www.scribd.com/doc/238955585/The-holy-erotic-poetry
Sufi mystical poetry

The Veil
http://www.scribd.com/doc/238432392/The-Veil-erotic-poetry
Sufi mystical poetry

Kis
http://www.scribd.com/doc/237572416/Kis-erotic-poetry
Sufi mystical poetry

The Sufi's Garden Bk-2
http://www.scribd.com/doc/236107267/The-Sufis-Garden-Bk-2-erotic-poetry
Sufi mystical poetry

The face of God
http://www.scribd.com/doc/235038075/The-face-of-God-erotic-poetry
Sufi mystical poetry

Mystical-Verses
http://www.scribd.com/doc/234240149/Mystical-Verses-erotic-poetry
Sufi mystical poetry

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