Shower me in rain
10 February 2020
Have it all
Bursting seams whispered
Pack in bulge
We indulge
Preserving by ingestion
All the holiness
I confess
In moments of sighs
The respite
In the might
Of the ghastly paths trodden
Forgiveness lengthy
My scream hurls
Off dilated chests
In plenty
Agony
Breathing in toxins to speak
What bosoms bore not
I claim eye
Redemption in sky
Words ripped off
The shorn back
Whip up a back to redeem
What I may then seem
Perfection
Art of plentiful
Nuances
Beautiful
Look within the chest that heaves
Nothing for the mass
Land of Perth
Rekindles the birth
Of the Love
Infinite
Take mind off woodlands ablaze
Shower me in rain
Reading of the poem:
Prosopa – Spanatis Spanoudakis
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
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