Monday, March 03, 2008
Βαλεντίνη Καλφαδοπούλου, 3 a.m.
3 am
Twirling smoke
Caressing lips
Like a promise of tomorrow
And the taste of yesterday
Moving to doors of wisdom
And windows of things yet to come
So many things I never told you
So little things left to map
Twirling fingers
On lips
Like tracing the sorrow
Of a promise never uttered
A soul never forgotten,
Is a soul never explored.
VK - Feb '08
Published also on Translatum - Favorite Poetry - Βαλεντίνη Καλφαδοπούλου
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Χμμμ... αυτό είναι το αγαπημένο μου και σου το είχα πει και στο Translatum.
Καλώς ήρθατε στον χαρωπό κόσμο των ιστολογίων, Βαλεντίνη μας.
Καλά μας ταξίδια!
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