Four Seasons of My Soul
Poetry and art by Yiota Karioti
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The half moon of love
I look at this blood, as if it's not mine that drops
and changes, and reflects the stars...
I look at my hands
The half moon of love cuts me .
I am no longer me, I have become
another, a stranger, my enemy...
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