Three Parts – House
Drenched to the bone,
Your madness of demands,
Is killing my zest.
I bargain,
No longer able to love that which “needs”;
That which cannot separate the menial from the golden.
And thus, the stone filled statue stands.
Trapped in the place where love will never be!
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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990
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