ONLY ONE SEASON
I don’t want to
I have to go away,
I can’t see you, give your last breath,
Like a little bit of a day.
Until you are empty and you are the wolf’s mouth.
All those who need you trap and not blood…
I have to go because I can’t see the sun when it is born,
Then the moon is full of light,
The raging sea of silence without a point of love from what he wants.
And it is the sea that accepts the waves,
The sky is dark in the storm,
abandoned without birds, swallows and whistles,
mountains without fairies escaped from the snow,
The earth groans for its hour, without flowers and trends.
I can’t see the stone,
When he is cut off from the pain of his pain,
Then the only one at home.
I can not see grandparents with pictures in their hands
Following the train stop.
With frozen tears, the last step.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
