The fireplace
was eager
to put a fullstop,
in the sentence
where the road
of my dreams
stuck
upon the word of happiness
with sparkles
of wet logs
I collected
from the inside of me
that I dared
to turn to ashes.
Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Larissa, Greece
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on June 26, 2006
My soul cringed as I read this..the pain surfaced as once again I recognized a familiar scenario..
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Stupendous piece!
Vesna