I am a lover of the light and the sun.
However, sometimes the powers of
the dark take hold of us and our
writings. Here is the result:
LIKE IN A GREEK TRAGEDY
Like shadows in the mist
We go-- starved of life
Like wrinkled leaves
Sapless, off the tree
We drift in a cold merciless wind.
We quench our thirst
With starless darkness
We feed on night ghosts
At times we see death in the face
And wish we were in his clutches
Away, away
From us
Maria Danoussi
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