Four Seasons of My Soul
Original Poetry and more by Yiota Karioti
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
starry eyes
these eyes
make me weak
words die in my mouth before they are born
my blood flows in waves
my poor heart
flies like a wounded bird
as I stand before you
in my profound nakedness
helpless
under these starry eyes
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