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Poems
Corina Gina Papouis Feb 2015
Favete Linguis
Corina Gina Papouis
Feb 2015
cutting through my thoughts
like a knife through still flesh
you stop in the middle of the room
with a chessboard and no corner unturned
I, ivy climbing through
every window of your soul
burst into green shamelessly
and have you surrendered by life
we praise the silence and seek each other’s arms
through centuries
and if there would be thunders instead of words
the room we sleep in would echo:
I like it. What is it?
like a knife through still flesh
you stop in the middle of the room
with a chessboard and no corner unturned
I, ivy climbing through
every window of your soul
burst into green shamelessly
and have you surrendered by life
we praise the silence and seek each other’s arms
through centuries
and if there would be thunders instead of words
the room we sleep in would echo:
I like it. What is it?
...words are futile. Love is <3