Giorgio Venetopoulos - Odd Token

She came on, like of the Sun
to lighten snow days of mourn;
an old call; children that run
our thorny memories to adorn;

A wraith she was of lone wind
a ghost that led to old remorse,
and it was a far mode to hint,
that loves are empty by force;

force of destiny, ode to array,
sweet little hopes flied in air,
for souls where in clouds pray,
for songs to echo in empty fare;

and it was our voices that left
up where cities look like smears
writing dusk half lit poetic deft
alone in worlds of abated tears.

an adytum of values, and drifts
of Mistral and of Zephyr smiles
the winds sing to our noon lifts,
as you enter in our poem files.

Here is the two of us that never met;
here is the two of us that never spoken;
distance is smiling to our rhymed duet,
'n' clouds are one of our love odd token.

Giorgio Venetopoulos

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