You’ll come

You’ll come
to the water towers
of my sorrow

Vespertine fog scenery
Lamp-post in crystal essence

Weathervanes will be spinning around
the margin of a lonely
and forbidden word

You will dare to articulate it
with unreachable eyes

Like the blueness of your nostalgia.

Μετάφραση στα Αγγλικά: Νικολέττα Πουλακίδα

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