Last Round - Τελευταίος Γύρος Poem by Kostas Lagos
Last Round - Τελευταίος Γύρος
Under the moon I cry
Take not my soul Death
Let me drink
the bitter glass of Life
Once again
Υπό το φεγγαρόφως κλαίω
Μη πάρεις, Θάνατε, την ψυχή μου
Άσε με να πιω
το πικρό ποτήρι της ζωής
Ακόμα μια φορά
Birth! Life's Journey! ! Life and Death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Intensely beautiful in its brevity! Depth of love for life despite extreme sadness or difficulty can be felt.
A great write my friend! Appreciated the brevity of expression with profound intensity...10
Last Round, a stroke of class, a masterpiece...'Under the moon I cry, take not my soul Death, let me drink the bitter glass of life once again'
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Rose is beautiful on the thorns!