Smokes
of cigarettes
and mugs
full of coffee,
next
to the fictitious line
where the eddy
of words
leans against
and nods,
wounded,
to my silence.
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
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Forgive me
for flaunting
my happiness
in times
when you were desperate
grasping for an answer.
Forgive me
for trying so hard
to reach you
when you only needed privacy
and room to heal
I will be there
when you call
to catch you
when you fal
lSo cry on, my dear friend
I promise
you will be happy again
Don't let that pain
Clutch your heart again
We will stand tall
I promise
that this storm will end
and that we will
both come out
strong 'til the end
Forgive me
if I ever hurt you
Remember...
that when you're a friend in need
to think of me
and I will be there
to share your pain
when the rain
pounds down incessantly
when there seems to be no end
I will be there
waiting
when the storm clears
and we can see the sun again
when the tears of depression
and shame end
when our hearts
become one again
and when the breath of life
returns to your troubled soul
I will be there
waiting
for you, my dear friend
When the clouds lift
And I see that renewed
sparkle in your eyes
I will be there to hold you
While you heal
and cry
And I will be there
to see your first smile
in a long time.
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Poetry is exercising more subversive and critical, hunting of the critical image asombre our eyes. Although the project Estacionpoetas pass moments complex hopes to reach a successful shipyard to be able to continue to dream of the language of silence.
