A Winter Brother-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

I will stretch out the all charts in the table
The door of your dream I find
I will leave the radio to play
Find in the music code

My body how many is cold
In the city the life
He was written you live little
Love that was distant


From my open fairy tale
You took far very far the sky
It dawned and has snow
In winter brother that I hate

It dawns and had snow
In a room only
And little outside in the balcony
From my own side
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