Slowly drips
secretly
forbidden pleasure
into the veins of the brave.
As he vanishes in the roar,
the rushing river gives him away.
The maniac struggles
to cleave the rushing water
in twain.
By Takis Pierrakos (all rights reserved)
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Unlike the infantwhich is defined by the softand warm embrace of its mother,the oyster’s fragile
