On Vromolithos beach

If it ever was a chance of island Leros
at far from specks of heavens eternity
Would one lie down an aching carcass
for redemption by gods of humanity

If there was an end for earthly pains
by the singing hum of the cuddling waves
In the bosom of sheets of sand grains
under a blanket as full as the wideness is

If one hoary barren among the men of wealth
may humble oneself in front of the reach
Where grace is a jiffy of sanity and health
all promised on Vromolithos beach

This poem is an example from yet unpublished volume
currently identified as "I wish it was Texas"
by Yumatzuga (2005-2020).

Cheerio

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