To The Huntress of Dreams

We should have met
in another time
When the sunset
broke like a wave on your windows

And you with a ready wit full of sorrow
in the tender wait of tears

Throw me off balance on my motorcycle
and from the pockets of my leather jacket
grab the poems.

Μετάφραση στα Αγγλικά: Νικολέττα Πουλακίδα

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