Why doesn't the dawn want to me to smileand has hidden away its rosy shape?Sweet the dream today I have madewhere blossomless the dream's been buried.
But with no hope will it bless meas it remains dressed in grief,with a purple glimmer in its facewhich in blurry tears suffocates.
Oh, had it remembered that oncein the winds of autumn pastthat for the blue ether I had longed forof the dream, before the evensong call.
And that it would come where my bitterlife has finally tilted blossomless finally,to give me a sweet smile and spread hitherher flowers' rosy secrets tenderly.
Translated from Greek by yours truly.The image was taken from here.
Published on June 30, 2015 02:45