Of The Essence Of The Spirits (For Liek) Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Of The Essence Of The Spirits (For Liek)

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As our years go by
the beers get dry
and bitter,
litre after litre of solid tears.

But she and I
are free to defy
our fate.
No hate in the whispers of the sea.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tatianna Rei Moonshadow 03 December 2006

what can I say? Another beautiful work of art. I like your writing style as well.

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Roger Bowman 25 November 2006

It's true what you say.Especially last line is beautifullic, amigo della fuerto anemio Speiderman appears Roger

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