ισημερια

Posted on by anna christ

ειναι ο χορος που σου δινει φτερα?

η χορευουν τα φτερα που αρχιζεις να νοιωθεις?

κουβαλας τη θαλασσα στη μνημη σου

η εκεινη σε θυμαται?

περνανε μερες που ερχεσαι και φευγεις…

στην απουσια σου αρχιζω να νοιωθω την αγαπη

και αυτη η απουσια  γινεται λυτρωση…

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to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...