kalokairi

Posted on by anna christ

ετσι οπως η αναμνηση

σταζει παγιδες στο παρον

οπως η λυπη ξεχναει τον γυρισμο

και η λησμονια ανοιγει την αιωνιοτητα

αυτη ειναι η μοιρα

των λουλουδιων που ανθιζουν στο βραχο

των ονειρων που περασαν στη μνημη

των παιδιων χωρις πατερα…

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