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Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018
Drops are falling
Clocks are weeping
Hours are dying
Please let me go

Turn the pages
Hide your paces
Mourn our ages
Drifting alone

A nightingale's crooning
shall hear nevermore
A life has gone
nightingale clock hour drift life
Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018
A blue cat is quivering
inside a recumbent statue's eye
Its wintry eyeball
a bleak shelter to her
She ponders to be grabbed
by a cypresse that soars around
But she dares not
to attempt the leap
You see...
the statue is fastened
to a bony finger
And the height at the firnament
is tremendous
So she remains dormant,
snared to the will of time

Some pewter birds flying above
Celebrating their capability to fly
Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018
I should pierce
my tongue
with candles

Hope they'll
taste like cheese
An example of surealistic writing
Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018
Scented by amorous
reflections of the past

I do not dare
to go closer

Often i repent
about keeping it still

A bearer of dreary hues
that imprisons the now
and drains its mirth

The sojourn of that drape
is coming to an end.....

There will be a time
that we'll stand above and laugh
for the molten strands of the past
Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018
Roaming into a scarlet galaxy
Neptunus whales flying above
The elder fates their riders are
Approaching near an eerie gleam
Enormous stalactites shimmering azure
Its core lies into my unconscious ocean
Colored universal textiles mingled
Rays connecting the pillars
A way for the planets to touch each other
Transcendental energies our pavillion
Your sigh resonates into the other side
What if happiness is not only joy.
What if happiness is the struggle you've been through
for a cause known only to a few,
yet full of love and compassion.
What if...
What if happiness is a light
seen only by few.
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