Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Shatadal trembles with shame,
His tearful eyes tremble.
His thick black hair flutters.
The waves swirl,
I think of you.
My heart burns.
A body drenched in rain.
Wildflowers and grass,
A virgin bride bathed in rain.
She smiles shyly.
Behind the clouds,
A hail-filled moon hides.
Painful cries, a longing to see
8.2.2025
