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Jan 19
By the bridge of evenings fall


where the cobwebs of spiders endeavor


do make sweet the calls of winters forevers


I wave to you from the other side of the bridge


hoping that you do glace and smile at me




I know I am not what you call...  old


yet truly I have a heart of gold


peoples misunderstandings of me


my crazy love of battling with poetry


I know I am obsessive-compulsive




Know that you are my sweet flower


my rose among the thorns


know that I love you like a sister


with passion, I call my friend


here is my heart I lay like a red rose




Worry not the winds


or the tempest within


your heart is burning


come now with me


to the winds that kiss this bridge




It's time to meet in the middle


let us see how deep this chasm is


take heart my dear friend and leap with me


do as you can see me be


and openly defy this curse of gravity




By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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