Bruised, Crushed Memories - Poem by dimitrios galanis
With bruised, crushed memories
you cluttered the dusk's clouds up
and they painted in scarlet the ridges around,
those you gazed long ago in your life's path.
Missed the green and yellow,
lost the balance of colours,
traumatic you feel the lack.
Had you early made clear the bill
what was it to be blamed for the bad break,
not to have enjoyed the fascination
you reckoned to,
the sightseeing standing on the peaks,
it would not be today rusty the scarlet
to let the innosent horizon bleed.
Oo! Not wise to regret for that
or any other 'that',
because you do not really know
what would be today's colours of the dusk,
had you succeeded in stepping over all these summits up?
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