She came on, like of the Sun <br />to lighten snow days of mourn; <br />an old call; children that run <br />our thorny memories to adorn; <br /> <br />A wraith she was of lone wind <br />a ghost that led to old remorse, <br />and it was a far mode to hint, <br />that loves are empty by force; <br /> <br />force of destiny, ode to array, <br />sweet little hopes flied in air, <br />for souls where in clouds pray, <br />for songs to echo in empty fare; <br /> <br />and it was our voices that left <br />up where cities look like smears <br />writing dusk half lit poetic deft <br />alone in worlds of abated tears. <br /> <br />an adytum of values, and drifts <br />of Mistral and of Zephyr smiles <br />the winds sing to our noon lifts, <br />as you enter in our poem files. <br /> <br />Here is the two of us that never met; <br />here is the two of us that never spoken; <br />distance is smiling to our rhymed duet, <br />'n' clouds are one of our love odd token.<br /><br />Giorgio Venetopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odd-token/
