For Annie (A Letter) - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos
I’m not talking about life,
I’m not talking about death,
I’m not even talking about the cold,
that fell upon this northern earth.
I’m not thinking about flowers
at my sleepless bizarre hours,
not even about fancy 'Twin Towers'.
During my restless comic beliefs
I’m not seeking any medical relieves,
or some astonishing scientific proofs.
Because I’m not talking about hoofs,
under university laboratory roofs.
For I don't want power and wealth,
I don't even care leaving this life in stealth,
since I’m not talking about family, sex, or hunger,
nor sorrow, pain, fear, or anger.
And I’m not even talking about God,
though some might say that's too bad.
Well, I don't worry cause I’m ok,
and during my nights I often pray,
because myself as a whole
holds safe in my soul
some one special, unique, and true,
and that one is only you.
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