Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
lonely am I
Bound by Poetry and Art,
I submit to their call, unconditional.
Leaving my job behind, Poetry I pursue,
Wealth I cast aside,
My soul a gentle wind, invisible,
Drifting through the night’s tide.
My heart stirs without reason,
Beats faster, again and again.
What causes this unrest,
I cannot discern.
Some nights, sleep eludes me,
Sometimes.
Dreaming of strange people and places.
Yet the meaning remains shrouded in mist.
