Chrysostomos Tsiailis

Rookie (March 6th 1985 / Larnaka Cyprus)


Your wind that’s cold
Scatters the green leaves of my soul
Leaves them lie down
Till they die and turn brown
When some other snow-white
Treads on them they won’t –once more- die,
For a warm breeze may come one night
And spread them cheerfully in the sky,

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