Thoughtful

by Christos Polydorou

What I felt
was. I knew
it. Where
the sky
separated. However
seas parted. Souls
sealed. It
was impossible
until it seemed
possible, and
then just too
good to be true.
Everything I
have ever wanted.
Anyone.
There will be
no other you.
Snowflakes,
magnolia blossoms,
baked cookies,
cacti,
poetry, will
flow
because of
you, prose
will
bloom
because of
you, an artistic
attempt, to
manipulate
destiny to
loop right back
to the morning
bright headed
we met. What occurs
when each Greek and every Swiss,
mix: a lifetime
in a day.

 

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