Wooden Floor Impressions Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Wooden Floor Impressions

Rating: 5.0


This is darkness, this is rain,
the unfolding everlasting pain
of the lover
and I suffer
hoping in vain,
trading my love for money,
funny,
how easily one can become insane.

Ho... Ho... Ho...

Saturday, October 7, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,money
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Dimitrios Galanis 31 January 2016

A real little jewellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll !

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