From my poetry collection FLOWERS DO SPEAK.
LONELY
My eyes in another dimension,i only see moving green.
The sky with its red clouds is my private screen.
I barely hear cicadas and my dreams singing.
I am slightly moments away from melting and sinking.
The sweet wind caresses my salty hair
and i just feel love dancing in the colorful air.
My feet walking in the golden sand, while the waves of the sea play like a rock band.
I searched for you.Where have you been?
Ah,you are in the Winter.
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2022-04-03 at 09:26
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