Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poems
Ashes 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... more
Poet: Dimitris P. Kraniotis rating:  Limits Fragments of glasses
in the empty room
of the inarticulate whispers,
bleed
our limits,
fill
with sores
the caress of our soul.
Poet: Dimitris P. Kraniotis rating: 
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