Ryphna's Notebook
Poetic Romance
Fiction & Literature, Poetry, Anthologies, Nonfiction, Family & Relationships, Relationships, Love/Romance
| Author: | Ryphna St-John | ISBN: | 1230000127920 |
| Publisher: | Ryphna | Publication: | April 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ryphna St-John |
| ISBN: | 1230000127920 |
| Publisher: | Ryphna |
| Publication: | April 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
This first of Ryphna's poetry anthology, "Ryphna's Notebook" is a collection of poems on themes of romances, mystery and passion.
A collection of romantic poems written in the Highs and Lows of the roller-coaster that is Love. From the first instant of burning passions to the lingering memories of precious moments passed, each poem is chiseled in the essence of the emotions that inhabit it.
Most of the texts that are included in this book were originally written in English but a few of them were translated from French (my first language) by myself and with in mind to keep the images/essence of the text as intact as possible.
Away from your eyes
Thousand of miles away from your eyes, there is the blue of the sky filled with little clouds.
Are those balls of fluff made of the dreams that went away? Or maybe of the sweetness of memories.
There is no bitterness in your absence, no sadness, no after-taste of what was and what will never be again.
Only the sweet and delicate flavor of the moment we stole on the tree of time and that none can ever take away.
This first of Ryphna's poetry anthology, "Ryphna's Notebook" is a collection of poems on themes of romances, mystery and passion.
A collection of romantic poems written in the Highs and Lows of the roller-coaster that is Love. From the first instant of burning passions to the lingering memories of precious moments passed, each poem is chiseled in the essence of the emotions that inhabit it.
Most of the texts that are included in this book were originally written in English but a few of them were translated from French (my first language) by myself and with in mind to keep the images/essence of the text as intact as possible.
Away from your eyes
Thousand of miles away from your eyes, there is the blue of the sky filled with little clouds.
Are those balls of fluff made of the dreams that went away? Or maybe of the sweetness of memories.
There is no bitterness in your absence, no sadness, no after-taste of what was and what will never be again.
Only the sweet and delicate flavor of the moment we stole on the tree of time and that none can ever take away.