Every clock
is a cloak
surrounding us
with its ticking
escorting us
to the pallbearer's hands
Κάθε ρολόι
ένας μανδύας
μας περιβάλλει
με τον χτύπο του
συνοδεύοντάς μας
στου νεκροπομπού τα χέρια
A song that has a rhythm: Click and cloak. It's all under the cloak of passage. Welcome to the time of Kostas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful and moving! .. Well expressed! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing! .. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...........................+++++
Thanks a lot Rebecca! ! ! !