Four Seasons of My Soul
Original Poetry and more by Yiota Karioti
Saturday, October 9, 2010
A seed growing in my palm
My self was not me anymore
Today I saw the world for the first time
a grain, a seed growing in my palm
all that I was faded away
and for a moment I stood still in the center of my universe-
Time lost its measure
and I became the seed...
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