Kariotakis – Polydouri, The Tragic Love Story



You won’t return anymore to grace me with

something from the gifts the beautiful life

has graced you: a flower perhaps? The life

that fills your heart and body with such beauty.

You won’t return anymore to take my hands

that froze as if an enemy’s hands?

Joined with yours, calm pair of hands

that need doesn’t come near them any longer.

You won’t return! And the days pass by slowly

and as you go away my familiar fate

comes close to me, alone

for so long with the secret grief.

Don’t you ever think that perhaps, truly,

in sad moment I’ll direct myself

to the fateful end that awaits me

and never to return? 


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