Σ'αυτο το topic θα γραψω κατι που καποιος αλλος εγραψε πριν απο πολλαα..πολλαα χρονια. Ισως ταιριαζει και για δικη μου απαντηση....
I once wrote some poems
I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence,
standing by rivers of reflected light;
my thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too -
I surrendered to the warmth of the night.
And now I feel like dying,
and if the water were still here, it would
hold me close.
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I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles
and Death started slipping into my mouth...
but that was really a long time ago,
and I'm not writing poems now.
And though I don't feel quite like dying,
there is something deep inside me
softly crying.
And though I don't feel quite like dying
there is something deep inside me softly....
-Peter Hammill
