With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.
A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.
I'll say that life's the coffin
in which people's joy and sorrow die.
With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.
A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.
I'll say that life's the coffin
in which people's joy and sorrow die.
© Kostas Karyotakis