poems by ANGELIKI ZEVGOLATI

LOVE Oh, how much I love you This hour This other hour The previous And the next hour.         A band is playing A sweet ballad As always.          It always smells of ..Honeysuckle..          And I love you This hour The next hour. Always!          POETIC LOVE Love for the word to flourishLet no one anyone inveighLove as a sound […]

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