Her Invisible Form
It sits on the
calm soil
and hears the aftershocks
vibrations of the lyrics
as it pulsates
the pen before swimming
in the ink
Then he drinks bitterly
water from
soul of the trees
and at that time
a drop of woe'
wet his drunk
coat…
The cloud was moved
which calmed down today
nature, calm down
the cataclysmic floods
from the breasts of the mountains...
He then sits on a stool
and paints her form
above the portrait of loneliness…
He stands speechless nearby
in the quiet heart
of a sea
which each
so much
she slaps him
with her wave
to remember her form again! –
Broken Glass
He hurled one
glass beaker
to the sleeper
helium
the glass like
shell tore it in two
the skull of the sun
and yellow blood
started to flow
to become one
small railway
with no rails
the yellow blood has arrived
until the pot
with the little flower
without a name
The pot was watered
and filled bright
yellow color it
face of the day...
Then the little flower
came out of the pot
and piece by piece
he began urgently
to assemble
the broken glass
only now o
sun held it
glass and drank with passion
the ..agony of the silent glass!
PETROS K VELOUDAS
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