Contact
I forgot what a kiss is the taste of an
afternoon coffee.
So as the waves
pulled from the land, I feel like a desert ship.
Contact I forgot
what that word means, Shipwreck for months In books I look for a meaning to embrace
me, to tell me everything will be fine ..
To go and leave those roses in my father's
memory, To light a candle to the Virgin Mary.
Contact, To be
in your dream hug Let me see your eyes To smell your perfume I'm looking for
that word in that old dictionary
©®Eva Petropoulou Lianou
Μy Boring Life
My life was
boring and without sense
I find friends
inside verses and music
and poetry
My boring life
Full of I _must
do_
And of what not
to say to do
I finally find
freedom in my fairy-tale stories
I discovered a
place where I can worship
Another ego
Except myself...
So beautiful
poems
Verses that
speak the truth
Travel with my
heart
To so many
countries
My boring life
Was just a
question
That response I
discover...
In a few lines
Open up your heart
Without fear
Because people
exist in
Someplace
With the same
heart as
Yours...
©Eva Petropoulou Lianou
EVA PETROPOULOU
LIANOU
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