I shall never be silenced, least of all, by myself

by Christos Polydorou

2017-06-14 20.02.16 (1)
 
Night.
The moon
speaks of

the sun,
waiting for it,
with

a universal
love. The
sun,

on the other
hand, speaks
only of itself.

Everything
is confessed
at night.
 
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