Guest Writer Dr. Kapardeli Eftichia

Yellow flowers

Pain lot
Oh! cool night
divided the lives of people
in two, the sun and rain
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The moans of flowers
wounded in that
the slope with
white trail
poured in Heaven
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Flowers, the air of God
hug widen
eternal silence
sweet kissed
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And this flower
define your will,
heart your thought into
a turbine which widens
in a circle ever
Dies
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On a yellow flower
pollen of love
Forgotten
the name you chose
Oh my heart
Εύχαριστώ
ΔΡ.ΚΑΠΑΡΔΕΛΗ ΕΥΤΥΧΙΑ