How painful is the darkness
of a brightmorning in spring
Πόσο επώδυνη η σκοτεινιά
ενός φωτεινού ανοιξιάτικου πρωινού
This has always been a mystery of life. On a bright morning with sunshine, still it is pain and darkness in the mind. How painful! Brilliant pem Kostas!
Pain is like seasons. We know the address where the pain is, but when we want to move him, he changes the address.
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I would like to translate this poem
Behind a truth is a shadow of doubt, behind a shining day is some dark cloud. Nice short poem. You are very difficult to fathom my friend!
Think so? That's a big compliment ! Thanks