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Like the frost digs
The cold into my body
And the wind, so slowly,
Twists it in my flesh…

So the night digs
“Alone” into my mind
and silence, so slowly,
twists it in my soul.

My body, a bed sheet,
Spread out on the bed of pleasure,
Stained from the excesses
Of my senses.

My soul, a tablecloth,
Spread out on the table of knowledge,
Stained from the banquets
Of my mind.

That’s me, frail fabric,
Hung out on the line of life.

I am but a wedge in a gap of space,
a tick in a lapse of time.
Dreams push my life back and forth,
as I get bigger with the sun going down
as I get smaller with the sun coming up.
To give up hope is fatal.
When you stop thinking of me
I am no longer.



http://www.interpoetry.com

It's the poem above...in Greek

one of you found me first in

http://www.interpoetry.com

and then I found you.


Yes it is Greek

Useful

Today the wind was rattling my window
more than ever.

I wedged a piece of paper in the gap.
It was your letter.

Xρήσιμο
Σήμερα ο αγέρας χτυπούσε το παράθυρό μου
περισσότερ’ από πάντα.

Σφήνωσα ένα χαρτί στη χαραμάδα.
Ήταν το γράμμα σου.