Posted: 17/08/2011 by vequinox in Books, Canada, Greek Canadian Writers, Literature, Poetry
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Hostage of your eyes I become

and in your lonely teardrop

a prisoner and in the light shiver

of your lips that can not

hold me back anymore the rebel’s

clothes I dress and silently like you

surprised at the doorstep as

I raise my left hand straight up

waving my last good bye like

a renown Hercules embarking

on his last heroic deed, yet

surprised do not feel, courage

given to me by your infidelity

  1. vequinox says:

    Vicky, thank you so much!


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