The wax memory

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou, Evi Charitidou

Your soul before blowing out sought for my gaze
and when I faced the sea of your stare
I heard the flame of silence
and felt the tear of time in my hand
your candle dripped for the last time
the handful of one life was crying for the first time
to shade light on the color of the ocean.

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