At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Friday, 18 August 2017
The smile of May - a poem by Chris Zachariou
today she has the sadness of November in her eyes
tomorrow she will have the smile of May and the world will be more beautiful
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