Moment sent by a hand

that I had so much loved

you reached me almost at dusk

like a black dove

The road shone before me

soft breath of sleep

at the end of a secret feast…

Moment grain of sand

that you alone kept

the tragic clepsydra whole

silent as though it had seen Hydra

in the heavenly orchard

(by Giorgos Seferis)



Her eyes


In a drained sea

 Her words 


 In an abandoned garden

 Her smile

 A candle light

 In a winter sky

 And her desire


 Among scars


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