Niko Tiliopoulos

The Flight - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

on the tears of a lake,
where the spirits reveal their weakness in the eyes of the Earth,
praying to the mist to forgive their immortality.
In the darkness of the temples, haunted by the sins of the lost,
as the holy grail keeps its secrets inside the breath of the wind,
where butterflies mate with the rainbow beams of joy.
In the fire of the passions of our flesh,
where sadness becomes ecstasy,
desire becomes delusion,
hope a dream,
an angel,

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  • (2/23/2007 7:08:00 PM)

    excellento flight amigo...
    how much does it last....?
    cost is no limit unless it is sponsored from Richard Branson


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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