Lesbos 4 Replies In his bedroom Perfume hangs In the air. She dreams not of he, But of sea And the cost Of a trip from Lesbos Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related
short-prose-fiction July 31, 2019 at 10:30 pm Oh, how beautiful. Lesbos … that parfume brings back so many memories. Reply ↓
K Morris Poet Post authorAugust 1, 2019 at 6:50 am Thanks for your comment, Gabriela. You are fortunate to have visited that beautiful place. I have yet to visit any of the Greek islands, and you make the sweet perfume of Lesbos sound so alluring. All the best to you – Kevin Reply ↓
short-prose-fiction August 1, 2019 at 5:17 pm Already your imagination took you there, That’s beautiful.
Oh, how beautiful. Lesbos … that parfume brings back so many memories.
Thanks for your comment, Gabriela. You are fortunate to have visited that beautiful place. I have yet to visit any of the Greek islands, and you make the sweet perfume of Lesbos sound so alluring. All the best to you – Kevin
Already your imagination took you there, That’s beautiful.
Thank you, Gabriela.