First Photograph
By kostasAu
Sun dismounts on the vastness of your forehead, quenches his thirst in your blazing lips, feasts on the honey of your eyes. ... And, here he is, now, stretched out lazily, resting on your face, highlighting your feature, splashing it with light. http://www.btinternet.com/~kostas.hrisos Greek and International Poetry Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 08:42 PM PST 0 • 10
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