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Maria Psoma Poem
I want to dance!
Alone by the seaside
a shadow of darkness reflecting on the moon
I need to dance like Zorba
homeless hungry beggar, with hands up
heart beating to the full
love, last, pain, rejection, my companions
the vast horizon spectator,
all the suppressed feelings finally free
finally at the top!
past, present and future at a stop!
Then, at that very moment of pure instant freedom
as a lonely dancing figure
i wish to be gone
Copyright © Maria Psoma | Year Posted 2006
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Maria Psoma Poem
The man who grabs fate by the neck
gallops wildly into the storm by her side
doesn't flee
but with endurance and persistence
bridles her
to the stable leads her
and tames her eventually,
this man, when he perishes
can never be replaced,
he goes down in history
Copyright © Maria Psoma | Year Posted 2006
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