Vassilis Comporozos Poems

I want to be your love
I want to be your kiss
when tender dawn pours
its loving caress
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The sun’s won again.
Dark heavy downpour pounds at
My worn-out heart, though.
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A heart ajar

A heart ajar
a dream half seen
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a brush of light
that painted
a little corner deep
in the firmament
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Flames in the fireplace.
Hands that touched them, got burnt
but now know their heat.
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A rare thing to see
in that place. An oddity.
Bright, clear, like new life.
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Gospel on my desk.
Birds chirping their happiness.
Dawn knocks on my door.
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