Κυριακή 11 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

The Essence Of the World (Poetry)


Even though I think that
All poems are lies
I can’t wait to cease the burning fire
Of the summer time
Just weeping little words
On a virgin canvas

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I stand in silence
The moment will never come back
Like your best friends,
It vanishes one white day-break

When you are in pain
Don’t talk
The wise fools of the world
Dictated to me
Tell me, is there any meaning for you?
Do you believe in any God?
…If you don’t believe in yourself…
Nothing like the sun,
Blinding your eyes     (ellen,1993)

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