From my poetry book Flowers do speak.
SO ALIKE
Why do flowers wither?
Life for them is like a winter
circling. Never ends.
I have flowers as my friends.
Why the sky is always young?
Birds for its grace sung
this grey and lonely morning.
Sky is my eyes' learning.
Why do birds sing?
Is it a message for being
blessed with this earth.
How much we loose from death.
Why does sea cries?
I have a sea inside my eyes
that never sleeps.Only weeps.
Nature and I are so alike .
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2023-01-20 at 09:21
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