Venus Poem by Chrysostomos Tsiailis
Venus
Venus
Your wind that’s cold
Scatters the green leaves of my soul
Leaves them lie down
Till they die and turn brown
When some other snow-white
Treads on them they won’t –once more- die,
For a warm breeze may come one night
And spread them cheerfully in the sky,
And inevitably, be cast into the frost of the lagoon again,
Once more to remind that it’s sweet to live in Vain.
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4/23/2024 8:17:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Control. you have control here! At last! String poem, it will stay, though I would have chosen seafroth than lagoon, since venus was born cast from the seawaves ashore.