" ..see , I can break your defenses
aren't I the stronger one now..."
Where's the land you 're coming from
where you go, to the wind or on the road
battlefields of inner need you may once know
betrayl of that fool , needed you so
" ..told you fool , loneliness is a bless
watch me vanishing all color caress"
" breaking my only fence or
just seaking your own defence.."
Where's the wisdom of a king
on his lips or on his will,
on the power or the wound
soul's death may bring no peace in mood
sword of betrayal , cursed bleeding wood
Who's to loose or who's to win
on the edge of sharpened ground , eagal's being
in the brain vanished castles all drawned
flowing up the air dream of sorrow's kisses to the ground
E.Chatzidaki
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[No winners, no loosers-Just ruins of what we all best could have been....]
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