poem: mary anne zammit
scent of orchids
Waves of colour on the canvas of my soul.
Slowly removing the pain painted by you.
Meanwhile, the skies remind me of what could have been.
Still I dream of Spring.
Of orchids on my breast as you reach to kiss me.
Tonight the Moon carries hope for us,
And for humanity.
about the writer: mary anne zammit
mary anne is multi-talented artist and writer from malta. in addition to her art and writing, mary anne has degrees in social work, probation studies, and diplomatic studies.
