Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
How many nights have passed
I haven’t found you,
in the sky?
I asked the blue butterfly,
for your address.
Throughout the pale air
A silent cry,
The void floats
The gaze is bored.
One day,
In the light of dawn
I saw.
Wet with dew
Wildflowers pollinate.
There was a song in the voice of the bird,
The bees
Were flying happily
