A BIG THANKS to Daniela Marian for horor I am grateful indeed
LIVES
Faces unknown from ancient dramas
in the stone well of oracles
I collect tears
from sleepless eyes
Lives lost
in the time of a great world
in endless silences
in hopes, tired
The trees grew old in yellow
desolation of the hills
deserted and the church
Wounded stars lights
of the streets
Unborn words hang in the air
intangible shapeless hands show
the icy red dawn
and the forgotten city
in the ready for birth land
New petite flowers, proud
and fragrant, they tilt it sweetly
their head high
in the warm rays of the Sun
But they are not alone, these people,
waiting for the Eternal moment the body
to catch the light of the East
to be reborn again in a new life KAPARDELI EFTICHIA -GREECE-PATRA
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