The fireplace
was eager
to put a fullstop,
in the sentence
where the road
of my dreams
stuck
upon the word of happiness
with sparkles
of wet logs
I collected
from the inside of me
that I dared
to turn to ashes.
Poet: Dimitris P. Kraniotis
read: 10034 times Rating:Date: 31 March, 2008
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