i met her by chance at the hellenic
lectures. enchanted, i watched her
taking notes with her swan fountain
pen, occasionally brushing back a lock
of hair that escaped from her silver
sparrow barrette and fell over her eye.
after a while, she noticed my longing
glances and she smiled back.
now, after all these years together,
i have to finally accept that while being
as beautiful as the marble she is made of,
she is just as cold.
hidden pilcrow 
Your voice, especially here, reminds me of one of my favorite poets’ … CP Cavafy. It’s so lovely to me.
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I never heard about him and now, after reading a short biographical note, I am grateful for telling me about him.
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I am reading his poetry right now and all I want to say is thank you.
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I’m happy to share him. And thank you for listening to me. I hope you liked it.
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The pleasure is all mine. And you know, one day I’d like to hear you live. 🙂
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That’s kind of you. I would like that!
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