POETRY
Saturday, March 17, 2018
I laugh aloud to see
whimper
flowers
hover round
a cloud of incense
In my parlour
i take my pens
sit upon
and dictate my hand....
The nameless shadowy lady
Her brandishing hair
in the winds...
ARGIRO TSOURTI
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