. ... .... .. .... I'm breathing and every breath
burns the insides of my throat
time's running like pillars of sand through my fists
and I'm left struggling with the waves of memories that have yet to be formed
your silence is ruining me
for it smells of life and happiness
a sense of content that cancels all worries as you naturally tilt your head to the side
and brush the skin of her shoulder
Yours is a silence of serenity
Mine is only a mixture of thoughts too loud to dare whisper...
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Sensus Divinitatis
Poetry"Sensus Divinitatis" (=Sense of Divinity) is a Poetry collection that includes award winning and published poems. Said poems are uploaded both in their original, Greek version and the English one. I'd urge anyone that wishes to read this collection...
