Romance

Kyriakos D. Papadopoulos

Of my invisible kisses the wind, with a shiver of my body in the chaos, I address to you an ode from untold anthems, from a fathomless love as a flutes weep. I am singing for you from the worlds oblivion. y fist I shake to the !od, to the crowds. "ith a rose I nail the breast, blood flows, as a blob from a wound of love, and a dream weaves my mind, as romance on the beach of whispers, there I kneel and melt as a wave of fraud. I will make a flag from fire and wheatear, with angry heart and with a blush in blackish background "hite birds in the night, terror of dream that does not want to leave. I will make, oh my love, a diamond from your teardrop #he teardrop that was poured for me, that was poured and lost.