FUGITIVES OF THE CENTURIES - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

poem by: Alexis Karpouzos
Written on Jun 05, 2021 

Our road not marked on maps. 
Fugitives of the centuries,
our origin is the breathing 
and our destination is exhalation,
A thousand suns are flowing in our blood,
and the vision of infinity is always chasing us.
The form cannot tame us, 
Our days are a fire and our nights a sea.

 

Tags: Happy, Love, Faith, Pain, Deep,

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