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Dimitris P. Kraniotis Page 3
Maybe
The cloud struggled
against the sand
underneath the rain
of "no" and "yes",
forcefully treading
on the rationale
that obeys
the impasse of "maybe".
What I ask
A ball of threads
my prayers
whisper
frightened.
Foolish "I''s
are choked
without you ever
knowing
what I ask.
The "don'ts" and "zeros"
The night
that strangled
the endless moments
I had wished
to live,
passed by
without my lighting up
the candle
I had longed
to warm up
all the "don'ts" and "zeros".
Ashes
The fireplace
was eager
to put a
fullstop,
in the sentence
where the road
of my dreams
stuck
upon the word of happiness
with sparkles
of wet logs
I collected
from the inside of me
that I dared
to turn to ashes.
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