I come back to the forest’s shadows
at the stone that is crying alone.
There, always there,
up to the tops of my expectation,
from the moondoors comes out the truth
at the light of all things.
Welcome, orama my dream;
one day’s gold.
The freeze is why
something like life draws inside me;
If it doesn’t touch me
I become but a sculptured me!
Written by: Rena Lamnatou
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was written in Greek and translated into English.
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.