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Oct 2013
Each day I did run from the city
to the top of mount Olympus
thinking of a woman kind and beautiful
my understanding made me love her

I knew the way she lived life
never did I judge her for that
I was on training when someone called
she was going to be ****** in the square

So fast from the middle of the mount I ran
in dry air, dust and burning sun
and before the first stone was caste
I stood fast with her and called us one

I remember the silence profound
the stones falling to the ground
then she with pale lips quivering
said, forgive me, I did not know of you

From that day until she died
she gave thanks on temples mount
she never knew how much I loved her
now in heaven she has not a single doubt

Now every day I toil to get to mount Olympus
I take flowers, laying them where she had died
no matter her faults and sins
she was beauty within, and I loved her

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
   Olivia Kent
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