Upon
the brown earth’s roofs
Under the blue sky’s beams
a sound of untamed hooves
empty dress ripped off seams
lonely desolate hand
fallen golden band
what do you expect to see
into the endless void of me?
morning dew in a cracked cup of tea
on her dreams there is a raged sea
a bitter smile and a sweet but acid tear
across the barren land full of fear
the change of seasons she can hear
upon the scorched earth’s ground
under the fleeting heaven’s illusion
a deadly wounded but still barking bound
her moon and sun lies in perfect fusion
Maria Rodopoulou
