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 Anagiannisabout a year ago in Poets
Turbulent blue skies Reflecting in the still pond Calmness in motion
Your place is among the tides, between the waves and into the caves. * * * You dwell in the rain and sleep in the sand.
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.