Grimace
And without any further delay
I accepted the unnatural grimace
of the deaf and I struggled to express
my sorrow as if it was all mine
while the rustle under my soles
detected the soft autumn whisper
circular tempestuous attitude
aroused to the point of aloofness
where the flower unfolded
its exquisite beauty
primal beginning recommencing
a floral, innocent concept
martyr on the front line, defining
the traitor who justifiably existed
life was meaningless without me
and again, as cleansed as the song
of my angel, I stood before my Fate
Manolis Aligizakis 