almond blossoms before the storm...

 
She hears your salty storm
           the hush before it tears the heavens
                  do not mind the flashy ravens
maestro, I am getting warm
the blossoms tremble
from eagerness not from fear
they gently drink her bitter tear
their fragrance had once met gentler winds
of jade hands that once touched
what can never be hold
but only tender stories it can be told

the maiden under the almond tree
a moment full of loneliness  a life full of moments
how she wished for it to be truly free
her laments been fragmented into breathless quotients



Maria Rodopoulou