Koukla Poem by Elia Michael

Koukla



An old wrinkled woman in her black clothes
Her face surrounded by her kouroukla
Smiles secretly to herself, for she knows
A long time ago, she was a koukla

Saturday, January 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: old,woman
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Elia Michael

Elia Michael

Xylophagou, Larnaka, Cyprus
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