D E S E R T - Poem by Lionara S.T.M.O.L.
Fate threw down me, with parachute in deserted desert to chase the non-existent.
How to tell which way I go, the desert is a labyrinth gap, everywhere I look.
Cumbersome time without aim and substance, counting only to the imagination.
Per! caravan, many words, fairy tales, intuition says no help.
What a luck, another, several transactions but gloom. Perhaps i had to pick up fairy tales?
Well done, I endured disappointments, the third charmed all thoughts.
Their whole body was smilling, words were less, deeds were count.
With them, I went crazy course, the logic does not bring happiness.
This is a translation of the poem Έ Ρ Η Μ Ο Σ by Lionara S.T.M.O.L.
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