Find me where the myths lie
In the heart of the soul
Amongst green olive trees
I have nowhere else to go
Where vines' dew turns into honey
Dripping like starlight off the Sun
Peppering kisses all over fluttering eyelids
Holding back time until they are done
Night gazes at the staues' marble
Softly perfect as it is uneven
And wishes to remain eternal too
If the children's blessings are given
Antlers grow on trees and rocks
While deer are made of leaves
Harvest gives more life than it takes
Never forgetting what it receives
Swirling clouds graze soft lips
As waterfalls flow into the sky
Making oasis out of amber dreams
Each time lovers together lie
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Poems
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
