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Crystal Tears by Nikos Laios 2015-01-12 12:20:30 |
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Crystal Tears Tree Branches Hung over The meadow, Like jagged Claws against The fading Afternoon.
Oak Trees, Shedding Leaves, Catching Spirits in The wind. Then You whispered To me my son; In the fading Afternoon. Whispering Picnics in The park, Of children Playing on The sand;of Hopscotch With the Children on A Sunday Afternoon. With the Aroma of Clove,Garlic Infused Roast beef Wafting over And capturing These golden Moments of Domestic Joy;mingling Forever with This fragrant Afternoon, Pressed Between The pages Of my soul. Like some Dried pressed Violets or Geraniums, Preserved Forever In a book Amongst The tendriled Curling wisps Of incense And the Droning Voices:I'm Lost,lost in The curling Crumpled Memories Of you And I. Then as The trees, Shed their Leaves, Crumpling And curling On the Ground; Catching Spirits in The wind. You whispered To me my son, In the fading Afternoon. With the Tree branches Hanging over The meadow, Like jagged Claws against The melancholy Sky:heaven Weeping crystal Tears of joy For you.
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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios
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