Niko Tiliopoulos

Oxymoron - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

It is September,
but under the whispering light
of the Southern Cross
the Spring is weaving its birth.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, December 5, 2011

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