- Mirror - Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos
I know the crying voice of winds, at night
and our expending dance on broken glass;
enfolding days and transferring insight,
illuminate our forms while bleeding lasts.
Expanding scene, the nuptial rainy glade,
that hurts relentlessly the stills of nyx,
and minding hope - deceived, the foliage shade,
attached to mirrors, images affix.
I know this call; it steals the color's depth;
affrays inside the mirror and the glimpse
becomes a fading sight of nightly dearth,
a rustic scene and breath of moon's eclipse.
Your face reflects inside the mirror's depth,
approaches in the solitude that craves,
my recognition in your eyes and breadth,
a liturgy inside Cathedral naves.
Arcane I honor and adore you 'mong,
what spreads above the solitude and fades,
enfolds the last and detrimental wrong
that our enjoined similitude persuades.
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(An Iambic Pentameter poem)
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