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Παρασκευή, 25 Μαρτίου 2016

The kiss of Poetry

As clear childhood dream
the day is lost.

In golden seas
the night sang

When the spring morning came
the poem was born.

A magical hug
moistens it's coming

Until is getting sweet middleday
in it's illuminus sound perfection

And only
a firefly remains
which is kissing sweettly it's words

And so is traveling in measureless
the poetry
having infinite children

Until poetry kisses silence
giving to it another life
closer to spring blue

Yannis Politopoulos

Κάθε Άνοιξη μια αμυχή αγάπης φωτίζει τη γνώση.


Και γνώση είναι η ανανέωση των σταθερών δεδομένων 
της ευτυχίας.

Βάνια Γαντζού - Πολιτοπούλου

4 σχόλια:

ANITA είπε...

Very nice poem Yannis!!

you have the soul of love in you

Wish you and family a great Easter!

hugs

Anita

Al είπε...

Beautiful, Yannis - a poem can indeed be a hug. Have a great week ahead!

Bob Bushell είπε...

The poem is therapeutic to my eyes, it is wonderful Yannis.

Chun Park είπε...

You are an extremely intelligent person Mr. Yannis!

Long time no see!

Greetings from New Jersey
Chun