Love, Bread And Myth Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Love, Bread And Myth

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My light, your ears of wheat are gilding,
your plain grows tufty, it’s a real painting,
knead and give me fragrant fresh bread,
so I stand and melt sorrows and nails.

Plain of Mesaoria, I hear psalms
walking towards St George church,
the dove came back again,
the people’s hand is wreaking again.

Our affairs of love wander about
all the kisses have a smell of jasmine,
the rays gently caress our roofs,
the hair of the beloved girl is like cob.


© JosephJosephides

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