Vicky Prokopi

A short possibly unfinished poem of the senses

Photo by Wesley Balten on Unsplash

Breaths colliding till the early dawn
while the night wore her thick black gawn
Born was God of this holy fire
like fugitives they run
to the temple of Desire

©Vicky Prokopi

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Vicky Prokopi

Vicky Prokopi

Writing as a need for existing. Inspired by emotions, people and music, I write about anything that makes my soul dance.