WHITE PAGE
I am searching for little words,
those are said to be swords.
I am searching for broken souls.
Fallen Angel, in hate never falls.
Ordinary things, make me think.
How to put them in the form of my ink?
Ordinary eyes, give me the cries.
The world is a lesson, for an unloved person.
Human poet, search for truth.
Twice in a lifetime, find youth.
The Poet above us Has nature inside.
How to compare with his immaculate light?
Trees are talking, mountains walking.
Sea sleeps, my favourite bird weeps.
My imagination is too small.
To describe this world, is my role.
But the page remains white...
How can i,for my flawless tears,write?
But the page remains white...
Me and words are having a fight.
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-08 at 04:14
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