Monday, October 9, 2023

My Thoughts Are Coloured Purple


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This is a book of poems on love. Love is a universal language. Love yourself, love your neighbours, love your parents, love your siblings—even love your enemies. Most of the poems are on romantic love. When you are in love, you get an awesome feeling. You walk on the clouds. However, love can be unrequited, unanswered and can bring an awful feeling.

Love is in the movies, in songs, and in music. Love is in this book of poems, ever so strong and powerful. It's there for you to enjoy.

Read an Excerpt

He sent me you

Day after day I asked myself why
There was a tear in my heart, don’t know why.
But then you came along the way,
Serendipity, maybe.
Some things are meant to be, really.
‘Cause I have not been waiting for you, baby.
But like an idol you appeared in front of me
In that box called TV.
Poetry was in your eyes,
Didn’t have to look twice.
You were amazing when I saw you the first time, lad,
I felt like going mad.
Ever since that day I couldn’t get you out of my head,
You set my heart aglow and you didn’t know,
My heart was pounding every time I thought of you; you could have read,
You cast a spell; I can’t now let you go.
God sent me you, with challenges on our laps,
Think of almost a generation as a big gap,
Not to mention you revered a different deity,
And a language from far away,
We can’t even chat daily.
God sent me you to start a new chapter in my life,
You didn’t know, God sent me you.
Come closer to me, touch me,
Before I turn into a tree, save me,
And not the other way.
How will I tell you, boy?
God sent me you to give me joy, not my god, not my lover, not my boy toy.
Exactly forty years ago God sent me you,
And you didn’t know, or you were too young and innocent to know.

About the Author
When Marina left her home country she began to write her experiences living a life which was completely different from what she was used to. She became a nomad, visiting several countries where she never put down roots. My Thoughts Are Coloured Purple is the result of staying stuck in North America during the pandemic. She picked up her love of poems.



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