Your face, Mama,Like a thousandWounded nightingales,Your eyesIn which has transpiredEverythingThat can possibly transpireIn this world!Your tear:A diamond that cuts in twoThe day’s mirror.Inseparable from heavenLike water is from the shore,You…
I have nothing against you, death,I don’t even hate youAs some others curse you, I mean.Just as they equally blame light.But what would you do and how would it beIf…
His countenance seemed fashioned of wax,His body was frail as a Byzantine saint’s,Father Gherasim was brought in one night,His smile was warm and embraced us faint.Now only skin covers his…
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