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Jun 2018
Beautiful were your eyes as the unclouded heaven
beautiful was your heart like the starlit evening
but when you had to humble your pride
the spell of silence fell from you,
your counteraction was as one slain at once
by bliss and grief.
Even if you could not pass through that peril
even if the tidings of your loss had not yet gone forth
and the bastion of your feelings hurled with a ruinous outcome
you could have talked to me, you could have asked for my help.
I wish you knew...
Dimitrios Sarris
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Dimitrios Sarris  31/M/Scotland
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