Παρασκευή, 2 Απριλίου 2021

Spring's dialogue

 I dreamed

that you were young

 

I felt

that you were beautiful

 

I imagined

that you were untouched

 

I thought

that you were unblessed

 

I wrote

that you were a sign

 

Your look

is flying untouched

 

Yannis Politopoulos