by kapardeli eftichia
Walls painted
with a huge Sun
reflecting the colorful
light and makes the
Room magnificent, unique
Blonde angels
Circles of light
pray to regain
their wings to fly
in an open and
endless sky
a ribbon unbraid
flowing from the gold
hairs and
falls on the ground
I am the poorest painter
I speak the language of God
to lament humanity
I'm their secret supplication
dumb and blind to the path
Smyrna, prophets
Madonnas Sweet
like we here, and
the painted
with simple touch
... Most ... there the lyre
of David in gold
and silver through ...
to requests and wishes
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kapardeli eftichia
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kapardeli eftichia
Last updated October 05, 2011