Dead in Eden
All night,I watched the pale horizon,During feasts I walked alone,
During Luna`s grey watch,
I surfaced for air
For eternal dead days I faded
`thin aeons now dead,
`thin aeons now gone
Within my own and dark embrace
I perished in groves of most lustrous kind
And then yet once more,I was able to dream
For better it is,to watch the horizon
Than spending your lifetime as if you were dead
In Eden`s eternal and verdant green bloom
Poetry by Christos Tsolakidis
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Written on 2008-05-22 at 08:23
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