Wandering into the endless maze of poetry.
Up, down, swirling around. Acidic clouds made of tears are hugging an empty volcano that's breathing in their sadness,
By Vassilis Anagiannis11 months ago in Poets
Turbulent blue skies Reflecting in the still pond Calmness in motion
By Vassilis Anagiannis12 months ago in Poets
Your place is among the tides, between the waves and into the caves. * * * You dwell in the rain and sleep in the sand.
By Vassilis Anagiannisabout a year ago in Poets
A brittle dream I used to see silently longing by the stormy sea. * * * A visiting ghost, traveling far, a small warm town,
A lonely saddle trapped between two barren peaks marks the long way down
A shadow looms above the clouds, invading his dreams when he visits places, when he sees faces. * * * From the dark it twists the very fibers of his being,
It starts off gracefully as a single entity, ready to transcend and accommodate eternity. A barren canvas of endless potential, ready to be shaped and become essential.
