Chris Zachariou Biography

impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
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The poet with unbridled thoughts
and the scent of fledgling sparrows
on her lips
rides bareback to the river
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For many years now I live alone
in a tiny single room by the canal.
I have no photographs on the walls
there are no books on the shelves
...

Rise to the dizzy heights
dream the dreams
and think the thoughts
that you and only you
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Our only reality— words
their beauty the lovechild of minds alike.

Now a new world is dawning.
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